Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Lies can be formed from truths, but truths cannot be formed from lies.

If I couldn't move, I don't know what I would do. That would be terrifying for me; I don't know how I'd cope with that.

I don't sit in the corner waiting for death: death has to pursue me. I'm going strong. I hope to reach 100 and ask for an extension, just like my grandmother did.

Even if the pace is slow in championships, you can still sprint well and still power in the last 200, which is always the main part when the race is slow.

A nation which thinks that it is belief in God and not good law which makes people honest does not seem to me very advanced.

I don't mind praying to the Eternal Father, but I must be the only man in the country afflicted with an eternal mother.

I think we as human beings need to be able to appreciate each other's differences and I think jazz really takes us in that direction.

The FBI background check would show that Rudolph Giuliani had an out-of-control affair with his Press Secretary while he was mayor of New York.

The role of the designer is basically that of a good host, anticipating the needs of the guest.

It is a lot harder now to be a police officer than what it used to be.