All Markus Zusak Quotes
- Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest? Beat
- The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams. Apart
- I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it. Beauty
- The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color.… Color
- When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a… Apart
- Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it. Dark
- Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget. Almost Anyone
- Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look at his fingers… Accordion
- People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart. Apart
- Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he… Astonishment
- That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain. Around Complaining
- I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish. Beauty
- There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life: 1. He would part his hair from the opposite side… Day
- The conversation of bullets. Bullets
- He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit. Hangover
- Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. Eye
- Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes. Eye
- The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such… Best
- All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were… Afternoon
- There was the gate next, which she(Liesel)clung to. A gang of tears trudged from her eyes as she held on and refused to go inside.… Announcement
- She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her. Almost Taste
- People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children. Children
- It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them Even Mistakes
- The silence was always the greates temptation. Greates
- When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I… Boy