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
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
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel… — 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
The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him. — 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
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
In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed… — 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
