Markus Zusak Quotes

She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.

For a good ten minutes or so we stand there with the flashlight burning the grave with light. The whole time, I'm trying to guess where and exactly how he died and, more to the point, realizing that p...

Ed? Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. There's only one thing I want.What's that, Ritchie?His answer is simple.To want.

DÖDENS DAGBOK: PARISARNA Sommaren kom.För boktjuven var allt frid och fröjd. Dör mig - var himlen judefärgad. När deras kroppar hade slutat söka efter springor i dörren steg deras själar upp. När dera...

With a smile like that, you don't need eyes.

No está de más mencionar que todo patrón tiene siempre alguna brecha y que un día este acaba dando un vuelco o pasa página.

Never leave anything out to dry as the sun comes up for the new year.

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.The sky was dripping.Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.

I was being Jesse Owens. he answered as though it was the most natural thing on earth to be doing. There was even something implicit in his tone that suggested something along the lines of, What the h...

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.

When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it. -Ed Kennedy

First and foremost, we want a good clean fight. He adress only yhe Fuhrer now. Unless, of course, Herr Hitler, you begin to lose. Should this occur, I will be quite willing to turn a blind eye to any...

Сначала краски.Потом люди.Так я обычно вижу мир.Или, по крайней мере, пытаюсь.

Then the music begins and we can both hear the slow, quiet, sweet desperation of a song I won’t mention. Imagine the softest, toughest, most beautiful song you know, and you’ve got it.

It was a Sunday, an arsonist sunrise.

It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and th...

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. It feels like it's being painted around me.

Insane or not, Rudy was always destined to be Liesel's best friend. A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.