I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing--that… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?" At first, Liesel could not… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important. — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“I'm twenty years old and look at me-- there isn't a thing I want to do” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“«¿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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
