You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

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.

Next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained.

When people love and recite the Rosary they find it makes them better.

I want my house open to sun and wind and the voice of the sea, like a Greek temple, and light, light, light everywhere!

A helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track-an inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity.

It hurts the spirit, somehow, to read the word environments, when the plural means that there are so many alternatives there to be sorted through, as in a market, and voted on.

Live with the gods. And he does so who constantly shows them that his soul is satisfied with what is assigned to him.

I would say that teleology is theology, and that God is not a "because," but rather an "in order to.

All men are not rapists - but almost all rapists are men.

I think the driving force when I moved to New York was the fear of going home with my tail between my legs.

A director is a choreographer, both politically and creatively.