I don't write poetry or short stories. I don't like to write articles usually. I tend to really only want to be… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There are two magic acts I want to pull off when I write. One is creating a feeling that when you're inside… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.” — 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
