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
I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and… — 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
“Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing--that… — 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
What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so… — 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
