“I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death”

“The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. (Death)”

“for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.”

“She let herself love me for three minutes.Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer.Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.”

“A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”

“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”

“The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.”