A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you? - Markus Zusak

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.