Quotes from zusak markus ii

Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down.

The flyscreen door slammed behind me. My feet dragged. I reached each arm into the jacket. Warm sleeves. Crumpled collar. Hands in pockets. Okay. I walked.

To me the question is always this: if a ray of light came out of the sky and said, "Your next book will never be published -- would you still write it?" If the answer is yes, the book is worth writing.

Winning wasn't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.

Big things are often just small things that are noticed.

One of the best things about her was that she actually acknowledged my existence.

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, to write about them as I see them and as they are.