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

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Even death has a heart.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.

He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt.

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.