It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“A SMALL THEORY People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies… — 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
The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? — 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
