It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off of them, but now and again, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling along the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise. The have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. - The Book Thief by Markus Zusak