You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. find yourself a mirror while I continue. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I look at my first books and am glad they weren't published.... You start writing by imitating your heroes, then you keep… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. ‘The sky is soft today, Max. The… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
We underestimate teenagers at our peril. Even the dismissive thing out on the street--look at what they're wearing. Then we'll hear stories… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
For a moment, I panic. It's that feeling of falling when you know without question, that you've lost control of your car,… — 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
