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, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on 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
And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for… — 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
