My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The first book I remember loving was 'Grug and the Big Red Apple.' The first film I saw in the cinema was… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in… — 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
