Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it -… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards… — 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
