Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The Proclaimers thunder through my head. Imagine it. Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Then the music begins and we can both hear the slow, quiet, sweet desperation of a song I won’t mention. Imagine the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She sang a song, but it was so quiet that Liesel could not make it out. The notes were born on her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The crowd was itself. There was no swaying it, squeezing through or reasoning with it. You breathed with it and you sang… — 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
