“One seat, two men, a short argument, and me.It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

“Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.”

“If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.”

“One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.”

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

“The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the act of forgetting.”