Today’s lovely line comes from The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.  The first time I read this line, I thought I had never heard something prettier.  It still gets me every time.

“She was the book thief without the words.  Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.”

The image is pure genius.  If you can write a better line than that, I want to shake your hand.