Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to… — 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
