Death

"She was learning to steal words and keep them."

"It's the view of a boy watching a girl at a party as she suddenly moved and joined him."

"I have nothing to say."

"Memories can be vile things."

"Those who are heartbroken must not forget the good things."

"Death has never been busier."

"The sky was the color of regret."

"Everything I knew about history began and ended there."

"She felt the need to document things."

"The consequence is that I'm always looking at strangers and see their deaths."

"She refused to go down."

"The book thief and her words outlasted the world."

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

"The consequence of this moment was significant."

"I am always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty."

"She was not a girl who could hide anything."

"I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so beautiful."

"The boy who blocked the sky."

"A small fact: You are going to die. Despite every effort, no ability to enjoy the blue sky, not a single instrument nor a stone thrown at a window will preserve you."

"She held them in her hands like the words were treasures."

"Words were her way out."

"The last time she saw her brother, he was mining the road to his death."

"He was her best friend."

"Death has a surprising relationship with color."

"I'm always finding humans at their worst."

"She was living proof of the power of words."

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

"The sky steals our colors."

"She refused to leave them behind."

"He was her accordion."