Claudia

“All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew, and one was delivered by a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“We sat down and Lend put his arm around me. Every single jaw at the table dropped.

"Man," John said, shaking his head. "All this time I was pretty sure you were gay.”
― Kiersten White, Paranormalcy