I like the idea that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I think of how she lives alone, just like me, and how she never had any real family, and how she only… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him. — 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
“Sometimes she sat against the wall, longing for the warm finger of paint to wander just once more down the side of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was… — 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
“I only know it would have been nice to be making love instead of attempting murder.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children — 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
It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“For a good ten minutes or so we stand there with the flashlight burning the grave with light. The whole time, I'm… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“What I like best is walking with my hands in my pockets, having the Doorman next to me, and imagining that Audrey's… — 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
