In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There was sex, of course. Nakedness. Wall to wall, in and out of my thoughts. But when it was over it was… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick? — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.” — 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
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
I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. — 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
