“It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them”

“If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ”

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

“Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.”

“How does it feel, anyway?"How does what feel?"When you take one of those books?"At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?" he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth.It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.”

“It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.”

“Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.”