the book thief

page 491 {no spoilers}

a quick refresher in case you missed the introduction: this is a tale told by death.

a human doesn't have a heart like mine. the human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and i have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. the consequence of this is that i'm always finding humans at their best and worst. i see their ugly and their beauty, and i wonder how the same thing can be both. still, they have one thing i envy. humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.


{excerpt from the book by markus zusak}