Death

"The book thief and the boy had written their own story."

"They all looked at the words on the page and saw different things."

"In her hand was the cure to her loneliness."

"The world was a book written in blood."

"She would remember the exact taste of the words on her tongue."

"And so they read on, into the night, into safety."

"The last word she would read would be his name."

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

"The last time I saw her was truly the last time."

"I wanted to tell the book thief many things."

"I am haunted by humans."

"Death had never been so busy."

"Death was patient, but humanity was not."

"In her final moment, she was not afraid."

"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 am haunted by humans."

"Even death has a heart."

"I wanted to tell the book thief that as she was going to suffer, at least she should suffer for something worthwhile."

"A small fact: you are going to die."

"She had lost everything and gained something else."

"I am standing on a plateau with an extended cliff."

"You can't do much with thirty-three words, but there are stories in those words that I know nothing about."

"The younger you are, the more devastating it is when you lose someone."

"When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the book thief had stolen her heart."

"She was a book thief without categories."

"Killing is what we do best."

"That's the thing about wars. They don't end when they're over."

"The human heart is a line."

"Liesel would not be the last one to leave that town and never return."