The Book Thief

"The words had a power and weight to them."

"You've been stealing books."

"All right, I'll try it. But you will have to teach me."

"Foster Father, I want to understand the meaning of such a thing."

"I love the smell of book paper."

"Words are very valuable."

"I'm scared of the process and the product."

"She survived because she could imagine another world."

"Hope is a dangerous thing in times of darkness."

"The girl who stole books would one day write them."

"They were bound by words and ink."

"In that cellar, words became salvation."

"The winter was merciless and unforgiving."

"Her words were like water to a dying man."

"Death does not discriminate by creed or color."

"The street was like a living thing with secrets."

"She learned the power of words to heal and to destroy."

"The accordion came to rest in his hands like a lover."

"Colors were a luxury in those days."

"The story of the girl and the boy is a story of love."

"Words like invisible friends were with her."

"She was death's favorite girl."

"I saw the book thief three times."

"The night came alive with stolen words."

"Words like weapons are both beautiful and terrible."

"Her face was pale but beautiful in its darkness."

"The sky was the color of suffering."

"He was a child who did not understand."

"Death came knocking at the door."

"The war had started, and words were scattered like blood across the page."