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

“I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know…”

“Her face was severe but smiling. "What the hell did you do with my hairbrush, y…”

“… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.The …”

“The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of …”