Max Vandenburg: So... How is Rudy?
Liesel Meminger: I don't know. Rudy is a pain in the neck.
Max Vandenburg: The only thing worse than a boy you hate, is a boy you like, right?
Max Vandenburg: Memory is the scribe of the soul.
Max Vandenburg: Words are life, Liesel. All those pages, they're for you to fill.
Hans Hubermann: Your first book! Are you sure this is yours?
Liesel Meminger: It wasn't always mine.
Rudy Steiner: How about that kiss?
Liesel Meminger: Mama! They're coming! They're checking basements.
Max Vandenburg: "Don't ever apologize to me. It should be me who apologizes to you."
Liesel Meminger: Is that your book?
Max Vandenburg: It wasn't always mine.
Rudy Steiner: Good night, book thief.
Liesel Meminger: Good night, fish.
Rosa Hubermann: This is the stupidest thing I've ever done.
Hans Hubermann: Yes, and just look how happy you are.
Rudy Steiner: You're stealing books? Why?
Liesel Meminger: When life robs you, sometimes you have to rob it back.
Rosa Hubermann: Can we trust her? She's a child.
Hans Hubermann: She's our daughter.
Rudy Steiner: What's an accountant?
Hans Hubermann: Something we will never need.
Liesel Meminger: I can't lose someone else.
Max Vandenburg: You've kept me alive, don't ever forget that.
Liesel Meminger: My name is Liesel Meminger. I don't have a family. Or even a place to call home. I never understood the meaning of the word Hope. But I'm about to meet the people who will change all that.
Alex Steiner: Rudy! What are you doing?
Rudy Steiner: Nothing papa.
Alex Steiner: Then get to school.
Liesel Meminger: Who is he, papa?
Hans Hubermann: His name is Max. He needs help. I need you to promise me that you will not tell anyone.
Death: The bombs were falling thicker now. It's probably fair to say that no-one was able to serve the Führer as loyally as me.
Max Vandenburg: Tell me, where do you get these words?
Liesel Meminger: It's a secret.
Max Vandenburg: Who would I tell?
Liesel Meminger: I keep thinking about Max, wondering where he is.
Hans Hubermann: Me too. I'm not sure what it all meant. Everything he went through. Everything we did.
Liesel Meminger: We were just being people. That's what people do.
