''...It's the...survivors.They're the ones I can't stand to look at... I am telling you about... the story of one of those perpetual survivors..."' (Pg 5)
“...If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story…” (Pg 15)
''...I should tell you that the book thief died only yesterday... her soul was sitting up...'" (Pg 551)
"They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible... You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you...'" (Pg 309)
''...The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both...'' (Pg 491)
“...They were glued down..A packet of souls… Was it fate? Misfortune? Is that what glued them down like that? Of course not. Let’s not be stupid. It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown by humans…” (Pg 13)
“...I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it’s cold. And I don’t have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me... You want to know what I truly look like? I’ll help you out. Find yourself a mirror…” (Pg 307)
''...I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality... I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious...'' (Pg 550)
''...The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle... The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die..'' (Pg 491)