All Markus Zusak Quotes
- If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train. Bits
- Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again. Always Seem
- There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome… Cease
- You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground. Break
- Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. Arms
- It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You… Age
- And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me. Bluntly
- You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead. Already Dead
- I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death Asking
- 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 I'll react. He'll… Backyard
- Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of… Array
- July 24, 6:03 A.M. The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a… Chair
- She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into… Arm
- When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26) Book
- She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are… Face
- Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her… All
- You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. Far
- I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her. Ask
- ...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up. Dark
- When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood. Blood
- Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes. Accordion
- Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing… Accordion
- He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is. Any
- Can a wolfe be beautiful? Beautiful
- The thrill of being ignored! Ignored