Page 467 - The Book Thief

Above me, the sky eclipsedjust a last moment of darkness and I swear I could
see a black signature in the shape of a swastika. It loitered untidily above.

Heil Hitler, I said, but I was well into the trees by then. Behind me, a teddy bear
rested on the shoulder of a corpse. A lemon candle stood below the branches.
The pilots soul was in my arms.

Its probably fair to say that in all the years of Hitlers reign, no person was able to
serve the Fhrer as loyally as me. A human doesnt 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 Im
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.