“On the other hand, you're a human--you should understand self-obsession.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, house of cards, that's where they begin.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
First the colours. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“When the elderly Jew climbed to his feet for the last time and continued on, he looked briefly back. He took a… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“That's the sort of thing I'll never know, or comprehend--what humans are capable of.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. — Markus Zusak Copy Share
I think that as a writer your responsibility is to search for and stir up the things that are in this world. There is… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“«¿Por qué no puede oírlo el resto del mundo? —me pregunto. En pocos segundos me lo pregunto muchas veces—. Porque no le importa —me… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest? — Markus Zusak Copy Share
I see how complicated it is to make a film and how many people are involved and I love the fact that I get… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“Može li netko ukrasti sreću? Ili je i to još jedan unutarnji, paklenski ljudski trik?” — Markus Zusak Copy Share
I look at my first books and am glad they weren't published… You start writing by imitating your heroes, then you keep the heart… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
