When I was growing up, I wanted to be a house painter like my father, but I was always screwing up when… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Finally, in October 1945, a man with swampy eyes, feathers of hair, and a clean-shaven face walked into the shop. He approached… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
When I was a teenager I decided I was going to be a writer and that nothing was going to stop me.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. — 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
