Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. — 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."… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
How does it feel, anyway?" How does what feel?" When you take one of those books?" At that moment, she chose to… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at… — 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
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one… — 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
As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There was the gate next, which she(Liesel)clung to. A gang of tears trudged from her eyes as she held on and refused… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
