Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

“An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.”

“The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it m…”

“Me doy cuenta de que nada le pertenece ya y que ella pertenece a todo.”

“Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.”