“She had seen her brother die with one eye open, one still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“It was then that he also took the opportunity to say he was sorry that the Hubermann's son had not come home,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Max," she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. There was once a strange, small man,"she said.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“* * *THE FILES OF RECOLLECTION* * * Oh, yes, I definitely remember him The sky was murky and deep like quicksand.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The sky was murky and deep, like quicksand. There was a young man parcelled up in barbed wire, like a crown of… — 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
