I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to as… - Markus Zusak

I am haunted by humans.

I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do.

"I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.
There was no anger or reproach.
It was Papa who spoke.
How did it look?"
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. "There were stars," he said. "They burned by eyes.