Death

"She discovered that beneath the harsh exterior of Rosa Hubermann beat the heart of a mother."

"Liesel was not a victim of the war. She was a survivor of it."

"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."

"A small fact: You didn't ask for the real world to work this way. It is the world that asks you."

"I am haunted by humans."

"When she arrived in Sydney, she was finally able to see the whole book."

"The book thief stole books. On the way down the basement steps, she thought about her life."

"One last time, she read the words of the boy who had stolen the world."

"She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel them staring at her soul."

"The quiet words of intruding thoughts."

"If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such hope."

"She was awake and alive, and the words wrapping around her were those of her foster father."

"Stories are the only thing that live forever."

"At that moment, death thought: how fascinating."

"She had stolen a man's heart with a single story."

"The page was their only window to a better world."

"In the basement, words lived."

"I kill with these words."

"She was a girl who found sanctuary in stolen stories."

"The truth was, they were all hungry."

"Death has never been busier, and will be busier still."

"She loved the smell of the paper and the weight of the pages."

"It was the first time Liesel had stolen anything, and it would not be the last."

"Even when it was difficult, she read on."

"Liesel's soul was hungry for stories."

"They were united by the binding of the book."

"The pencil was mightier than the sword."

"She stole another book, and with it, a piece of her soul back."

"What a mess, thought death, of the human heart."