Page 307 - The Book Thief

When Papa came in, she did not turn to face him but talked across Max

Vandenburg, at the wall. Why did I have to bring all that snow down? she asked.
It started all of this, didnt it, Papa? She clenched her hands, as if to pray. Why
did I have to build that snowman?

Papa, to his enduring credit, was adamant. Liesel, he said, you had to.

For hours, she sat with him as he shivered and slept.

Dont die, she whispered. Please, Max, just dont die.

He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one
was different. It was a paradox.

The colder he became, the more he melted.