I like the idea that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
As far as this categorization of books, the way I see it is there are really a hundred-odd categories of books plus… — 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
I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's no way to know how… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I certainly wasn't born with creative writing. Maybe there's a certain amount of learning and then it's up to the person. I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who… — 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
Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing--that… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I've heard some writers say things like, 'Well, I'm a professional writer. I only start books I know I can finish.' I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday.… — 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
