“But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.”

“Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.”

“Opportunities? They are all around us ... There is power lying latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it.”

“Part of us is always the observer, and no matter what, it observes. It watches us. It does not care if we are happy or unhappy, if we are sick or well, if we live or die. It’s only job is to sit there on our shoulder and pass judgment on whether we are worthwhile human beings.”

“The thought is not something that observes an inner event, but, rather it is this inner event itself. We do not reflect on something, but, rather, something thinks itself in us. ”

“He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.”