Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. — 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
All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those… — 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
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
Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the… — 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
