I guess I'm what you call a slush-piler. I just sent my manuscripts to the slush pile of publishers and hoped for… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I procrastinate in spades. In my defence, I also try to have all other distractions solved before I can concentrate on writing.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life: 1. He would part his hair from… — 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
