I am haunted by humans. - Markus Zusak

"How does it feel, anyway?"
How does what feel?"
When you take one of those books?"
At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?" he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth.
It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.

It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it.