Pages Quote by Markus Zusak Download Open image “She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.” — Markus Zusak ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Pages Smell Taste
She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“She was home, among the mayor's books of every color and description, with their silver and gold lettering. She could smell the pages. She… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.” — Barbara Michaels Copy Share Image
“Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“She slowly rolled the book over in her hands, memorizing the cover as she said goodbye. She flipped through the pages, feeling the air… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“For a moment I was distracted. Books always did that to me... I liked the creamy pages, the smell of ink, all the secrets… — Elizabeth C. Bunce Copy Share Image
“...after our weekly trip to the library, she cleared the top of her dresser and set out her week's reading, stood them on their… — Eleanor Brown Copy Share Image
She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
“She had discovered with surprise and pleasure that as she turned each page, the book was written, as if for the first time, all… — Arturo Pérez-Reverte Copy Share Image
“There was nothing better than the feel of a book in your hand, listening to the crinkling sounds as you turned its pages and… — Astrid Yrigollen 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 violence in all of us, and beauty, and strength, and weakness. What's my job? To only write about the good and the beauty, or is it to write about all of it? That's my greater responsibility,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“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 to sit in a room on my own and the set costs nothing and the actors cost nothing and I'm the director and it's so simple. You just need a pen and paper to make a… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
Sometimes a sign or a quote is simply interesting by itself and does not require anything beyond being framed on a page. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I didn't get how big it was until I went home, turned on the television and saw it on all the news, and later… — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
Turn over the pages of history and read the damning record of the church's opposition to every advance in every field of science. . . . — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
I'm in a business where there's complete anarchy. You can't control it - you can only react to it. The control that people traditionally… — Martin Sorrell Copy Share Image
The strange thing with Wikipedia is that the first article that ever gets written about you will define your Wikipedia page forever. — Bo Burnham Copy Share Image
Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while I await injunctions from the light or the dark; I wait for shapeliness limned, or dissolution. Is paradise due or narrowly missed until another thousand years? I wait in a blue hour and faraway noise of… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share
I spend a lot of time loathing the sentences that I put down on the page. Once I'm past that phase, it doesn't really matter what the routine is (coffee shop, someone else's house, my dining room table), I'm pretty fast. I go back to the start of whatever I'm working on, every half hour or so, and revise my… — Kelly Link Copy Share
I bring my classical training - some of it, but not all of it - and also my background and culture, to spirituals. And… — Kathleen Battle Copy Share Image
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is perfect in the same way that The Great Gatsby is perfect. Take a pencil and read these… — William McKeen Copy Share Image
Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image