""Do you still play the accordion?" Of course, the question was really, "Will you still help me?""
pg.185

"Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases." pg.336

A Grey Day

The world was sagging.
The day was grey.
A beautiful thing
in some ways.
Tears in his eyes,
his love has died.
The love that kept him sane.



From The Book Thief by Markus Zusak