How does it feel, anyway?" How does what feel?" When you take one of those books?" At that moment, she chose to… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You ever hear a dog cry, Steve? You know, howling so loud it's almost unbearable?' He nodded. 'I reckon they howl like… — 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
I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Don't be afraid to fail. I fail every day. I failed thousands of times writing The Book Thief, and that book now… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
We underestimate teenagers at our peril. Even the dismissive thing out on the street--look at what they're wearing. Then we'll hear stories… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26) — 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
I procrastinate in spades. In my defence, I also try to have all other distractions solved before I can concentrate on writing.… — 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
In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed… — 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
