Quotes from Markus Zusak

As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did.

They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip—the relative you cringe to kiss.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

The pain of WATCHING them! What about their pain?

There was rain like a ghost you could walk through. Almost dry when it hit the ground.

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death

Él era el chalado que se había pintado de negro y había desafiado al mundo. Ella la ladrona de libros, sin palabras.

What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.

Words are so heavy.

They fought like champions. For a minute. Just when it was getting interesting, both boys were hauled away their collars. A watchful parent.

His hair is like feathers.

For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in her bed. ***Q&A*** How did Max Vandenburg end up in liesel's bed? He fell.

you need life in your life.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

You ever hear a dog cry, Steve? You know, howling so loud it's almost unbearable?' He nodded. 'I reckon they howl like that because they're so hungry it hurts, and that's what I feel in me every day of my life. I'm so hungry to be somethin' - to be somebody. You hear me?' He did. 'I'm not lyin' down ever. Not for you. Not for anyone.' I ended it. 'I'm hungry, Steve.' Sometimes I think they're the best words I've ever said. 'I'm hungry.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

But when they laugh, you can see the world in their eyes.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors- an expert at being left behind.

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

You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.

To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: "Get it done, get it done." So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.

He was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent-postured, he was broken.

She didn't see him watching as he played, having no idea that Hans Hubermann's accordion was a story. In the times ahead, that story would arrive at 33 Himmel Street in the early hours of morning, wearing ruffled shoulders and a shivering jacket. It would carry a suitcase, a book, and two questions. A story. Story after story. Story within story.