When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat… — 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
Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The flyscreen door slammed behind me. My feet dragged. I reached each arm into the jacket. Warm sleeves. Crumpled collar. Hands in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
He was waving. "Saukerl," she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I thought what if death is more like thinking, well, war is like the boss at your shoulder, constantly wanting more, wanting… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch… — 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
