The Book Thief

HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die.

“Saukerl! Lick my ass! I’ll speak as loud as I want!”

When I glanced back at the plane, the pilots open mouth appeared to be smiling. A final dirty joke. Another human punch line.

why does he even need a vacation? What does he need distraction from? Which brings me to my next point. Its the leftover humans. The survivors. Theyre the ones I cant stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail

whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody, which has prompted me to make a conscious, deliberate decision—to make distraction my vacation

I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both

I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both

The humans, too, are wearing patches of snow, on their heads and shoulders

War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition

They say that war is death’s best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly. ‘Get it done, get it done.’ So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more