Quotes from mark zusak

Because the world does not deserve them.

He had what he called just a small ration of tools: A painted book. A handful of pencils. A mindful of thoughts. Like a simple puzzle, he put them together.

Yes, often, I am reminded of her, and in one of my vast array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt- an immense leap of an attempt- to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it. Here it is. One of a handful. The Book Thief. If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story. I'll show you something.

Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn't hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.

Somewhere inside her were the souls of words. They climbed out and stood beside her.

In the kitchen on those mornings, Papa made the accordion live. I guess it makes sense, when you really think about it. How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

I saw the book thief three times.

I walked in, loosened his soul, and carried it gently away.

I'm not mixed up at all. I'm only telling you what you said. What someone says and what happened are usually two different things, Rudy, especially when it comes to you. -Liesel Meminger

I climbed aboard and took it in my hand, not realizing that I would keep it and view it several thousand times over the years. I would watch the places where we intersect, and marvel at what the girl saw and how she survived. That is the best I can do- watch it fall into line with everything else I spectated during that time.

You hide a Jew. You pay. Somehow or other, you must.

The voice was crippled, but it dragged its way towards her.