She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. - Markus Zusak

She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.

With wonder, she smiled.

That such a room existed!

You can kill a man with those words.
No gun.
No bullets.
Just words and a girl.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.