“One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.”

“A NICE THOUGHT One was a book thief.The other stole the sky.”

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

“The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.”

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

“And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her.”

“A statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard... it's very rare, don't you think, for a statue to appear before it's subject has become famous?”