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

“Summer came.For the book thief, everything was going nicely.For me, the sky was the color of Jews.When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity's certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.”

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

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

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

“The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?”

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