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“At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?”

“You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies.
I've seen millions of them.
I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember”

“There were stars. They burned my eyes.”

“… and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.”

“It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.”

“I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.”

“The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.”

“It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.”

“You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.”

“Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want."
"What's that, Ritchie?"
His answer is simple.
"To want.”

“But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.”

“Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.”

“The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.”

“The injury of words.
Yes, the brutality of words.”

“Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white.”

“My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows until it's a solitary person, clapping with unbridled sarcasm.
Clap. Clap.
Clap.”

“Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.”

“Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.”

“How 'bout a kiss,?" -- Rudy Steiner”

“The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.”

“The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.”

“I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.”

“… 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.”

“I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes.
“You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.”
“Can you? Really?”
“I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.”

“Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”

“Yes, I know it.
In the darkness of my dark beating heart,
I know. He'd have loved it alright.
You see?
Even Death Has A Heart.”

“And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.”

“THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.”

“Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”