“On the other hand, you're a human--you should understand self-obsession.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, house of cards, that's where they begin.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
First the colours. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“That's the sort of thing I'll never know, or comprehend--what humans are capable of.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps,… — 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
“When the elderly Jew climbed to his feet for the last time and continued on, he looked briefly back. He took a… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.” — 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 violence in all of us, and beauty, and strength, and weakness. What's my job? To only write about the good and the beauty, or is it to write about all of it? That's my greater responsibility,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“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 to sit in a room on my own and the set costs nothing and the actors cost nothing and I'm the director and it's so simple. You just need a pen and paper to make a… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
