When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

“Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many time…”

“By the way--I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It am…”

“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The…”

“When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In transla…”