Death

"I saw the book thief three times."

"She was death's favorite girl."

"Words like invisible friends were with her."

"The story of the girl and the boy is a story of love."

"Colors were a luxury in those days."

"The accordion came to rest in his hands like a lover."

"She learned the power of words to heal and to destroy."

"The street was like a living thing with secrets."

"Death does not discriminate by creed or color."

"Her words were like water to a dying man."

"The winter was merciless and unforgiving."

"In that cellar, words became salvation."

"They were bound by words and ink."

"The girl who stole books would one day write them."

"Hope is a dangerous thing in times of darkness."

"She survived because she could imagine another world."

"I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."

"The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both."

"I am haunted by humans."

"When she stole that book, she was a girl no longer."

"The most powerful words are the ones we read in our heads."

"I wanted to tell the book thief many things about myself. That I love her."

"Her face was painted with tiredness, but her eyes were strong."

"It was a new feeling for her, a terrible beauty."

"Words were her favorite toys, and books had become her dearest friends."

"She was the girl who was screaming on the inside."

"I am death. I have watched her. I watched this girl. She stole the book."

"She was frightened, and she was guilty, and she couldn't believe that she wasn't being punished."

"The sky was the color of a human eye."

"In the darkness, she could feel the words."