I think that as a writer your responsibility is to search for and stir up the things that are in this world.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
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 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
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
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it -… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was… — 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
So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I… — 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 felt something and vowed that if I ever got a girl I would treat her right and never be bad… — 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
“It feels like spoken words, this bridge. I want it but fear it. God, I want so desperately to reach the other… — 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
