“You could argue that Liesel Meminger has it easy. She did have it easy compared to Max Vandenburg. Certainly, her brother practically… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in… — 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
“Yes, I have seen a great many things in this world. I attend the greatest disasters and work for the greatest villains.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Quise decirle muchas cosas a la ladrona de libros, sobre la belleza y la crueldad, pero ¿qué podía contarle sobre todo eso… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“He odiado las palabras y las he amado, y espero haber estado a su altura.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“As it turned out, Ilsa Hermann not only gave Liesel Meminger a book that day. She also gave her a reason to… — 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
“At this point, I couldn't help it. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face… — 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
“I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so… — 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
“Jesus, Mary …” She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“To exemplify that particular situation, we can look to a cool day in late June. Rudy, to put it mildly, was incensed.… — 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
“For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of… — 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
“The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to… — 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
