The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

About This Quote

The news of the world is always on his desk, but he can’t even see it. He’s got a tattoo on his chest that is the only thing left that matters to him: the paper. That symbolizes that he has given up and is not willing to go on anymore. He doesn’t care about news of the world; he cares about his own life and what he sees every day of his life. At this point, there is no hope of change and the only thing left to him is the one thing he refuses to give up: The news on his desk.

Source: The Book Thief

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