“His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She slept a lot and didn't dream, and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“It would be nice to say that after this small breakthrough, neither Liesel nor Max dreamed their bad visions again. It would… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She had seen her brother die with one eye open, one still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The Standover Man. all my life, I've been scared of men standing over me. I suppose my first standover man was my… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him. — 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
