On many accounts, taking a boy like Rudy was a robbery - so much life, so much to live for - yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He'd have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death as a heart.

— Markus Zusak

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