I look at my first books and am glad they weren't published.... You start writing by imitating your heroes, then you keep… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room,… — 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
First the colours. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so… — 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
