You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Winning wasn't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“In that one stolen second, I considered the Glebe girl. She entered my mind like a burglar, them vanished again, taking nothing.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, an in there, down there,… — 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
“On June 23, 1942, there was a group of French Jews in a German prison, on Polish soil. The first person I… — 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
