“All the same, she cries on the front porch, and I wish I could go over there and hold her. I wish I could rescue her and hold her in my arms. How do people live like this? How do… — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Make no mistake, the woman (Rosa) had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it,… — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The ones who rise up and say, 'I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course,… — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“What is it about the sound of clapping hands? It's only skin against slapping skin, so why can it make a tide turn in you? Why can it break on top of you and lift you up at the same time? Maybe it's because it's one of the most noble things humans do with their hands. I mean, think about… — Marcus Zusak Copy Share
“Sometimes I arrive too early. I rush, and some people cling longer to life than expected.” — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“As she crossed the street, a rumor of sunshine stood behind the clouds.” — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it.” — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I can move on now, because here, at this moment, no matter how fragile it might be, I can feel okayness growing inside me.… — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“On the other hand, he was also enjoying the ecstasy of an idea, not daring just yet to envision its complications, dangers, and vicious… — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“All the same, she cries on the front porch, and I wish I could go over there and hold her. I wish I could… — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
“An old homeless man confronts me quietly with his beard, his missing teeth, and his poverty.” — Marcus Zusak Copy Share Image
