The Book Thief

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

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

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

"The pencil was mightier than the sword."

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

"In the darkness, she could still see the words on the page."

"The night everything changed, she knew she would never forget it."

"Liesel's soul was hungry for stories."

"Some people are worth melting for."

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

"The words were like a doorway."

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

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

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

"Sometimes I think my papa is afraid of words too."

"The truth was, they were all hungry."

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

"I kill with these words."

"In the basement, words lived."

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

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

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

"Stories are the only thing that live forever."

"The only way to truly know a person is to read their mind."

"I want to live a thousand years."

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

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

"The quiet words of intruding thoughts."

"Nothing's a lie if you believe it."

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