“In the written words of the book thief herself, the journey continued like everything had happened.”

“...the journey continued like everything had happened.”

“Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. ”

“The word "dreadful," even when used three times in a row, did not seem like a dreadful enough word to describe everything that had happened.”

“Something was wrong. She'd failed, Phoebe thought, but at what? Imagining herself in Europe, she'd always pictured someone else, physically even, a tall blonde with an answer for everything - as if, in the course of this journey, she would not only shed her former life but cease to exist as herself. Yes, she thought, to leave Phoebe O'Connor behind and be reborn as someone beautiful, mysterious. But the opposite had happened; her own narrow boundaries had hemmed her in, keeping everything real at a distance.”

“[S]he stepped out into the yard, like a thief in reverse: breaking and exiting. Stealing herself.”