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The happening that happened was that I met this girl.
And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.
The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
I love and hate this place because it is full of words.
One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.
If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.
Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.
It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.
Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.
A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?
It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.
***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.
They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.
How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.
My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.
She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.
An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.
... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.
If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.
Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky, dark, dark chocolate.
And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.
An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.
You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany
...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.
The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.
She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.
Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.
The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.
A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.
What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy
Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.
Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
I'm not a writer who refuses to talk about a book until I've finished.
The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.
When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.
People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children.
I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down.