Liesel Meminger

"I think my soul made of crumbs and pieces."

"Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear all the notes he's never said."

"I'd like to introduce myself as a work in progress."

"Words are dangerous."

"The WHOle city was beating in her chest, in the rhythm of her heartbeat."

"Sometimes when I read, I don't know who I am anymore."

"Paper is patient."

"Sometimes I wonder what it means when you say you love someone."

"There should be a word for the feeling you get when you're reading a good book."

"Words are life."

"Some people deserve to be stolen from."

"Please, leave me some words."

"I have stolen the words."

"Everything was going to be alright."

"I steal the words."

"Sometimes I think my papa is like a street."

"The words kept coming."

"The words. Why are they so damned important?"

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

"The clouds were beautiful."

"Words are light."

"There was something in the corner."

"The snow was a gift."

"The accordion was breathing."

"The words were bleeding onto the page."

"The street was alive with possibility."

"The book was an escape."

"You can't just give up. Is that what you think I should do?"

"Words are a girl's best friend."

"He was a savage with blue eyes."