I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I have hated the words andI have loved them,and I hope I have made them right.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She was a girl. In Nazi Germany. How fitting that she was discovering the power of words” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Duden Dictionary Meaning #4. Wort - Word: A meaningful unit of language / a promise / a short remark, statement, or conversation.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She slid a book from the shelf and sat with it on the floor. She tore a page from the book and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“politics. Later, they read some more in bed, adhering to the tradition of circling the words she didn’t know and” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“THE BEST word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They are the ones who could climb the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Once, words had rendered Liesel useless, but now, when she sat on the floor, with the mayor’s wife at her husband’s desk,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“That’s when I have to ask him. “Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?” “What? Because I’m a priest?”… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of… — 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
