“Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out, like the rain. (p. 85)” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“It is always a high possibility to see lights after midnight in the house of a writer! That is the light of the love for words!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
