“Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Look at the colors, Papa said. It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Earlier, I'd held her papa in one arm and her mama in the other. Each soul was so soft.” — 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
“a letter to her for? You have to put up with her every day.” Papa was schmunzel” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one… — 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
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
“It was then that he also took the opportunity to say he was sorry that the Hubermann's son had not come home,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Son, you can't go around painting yourself black, you hear?" "Why not, Papa?" "Because they'll take you away." "Why?" "Because you shouldn't… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“At this point, I couldn't help it. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." Papa's hands tightened on the splintery wood. "I'm an idiot." No, Papa. You're just a man.” — 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
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
