The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career. - Markus Zusak

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is
like a yellow hole. .