Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of… — 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
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
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
So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
To me the question is always this: if a ray of light came out of the sky and said, "Your next book… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? — 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
