“I see the clouds as soft pillows and the ground as my bed. It's actually quite fun to change the thoughts in my head.” — Wendy Lubell Copy Share Image
20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. ‘The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and…’ She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
