Quotes from Markus Zusak

the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...

It's chaos out there, and chaos is what we need.

I'd wanted to stay on that porch with him until the sun shone bright on both of us, but I didn't. I stood up and walked down the steps. I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story. I'll show you something.

Big things are often just small things that are noticed. - Ed Kennedy

Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

When the elderly Jew climbed to his feet for the last time and continued on, he looked briefly back. He took a last sad glance at the man who was kneeling now himself, whose back was burning with four lines of fire, whose knees were aching on the road. If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.

And you're Cameron Wolfe. That' gotta start meaning somethin' boy. That's gotta start churnin' inside us, making us wanna be someone for those names, and not just another couple of guys who amounted to nothin' but what people said we would. No way. We're getting' out of that. We have to. We're gonna crawl and moan and fight and bite and bark at anything that gets in our way or tries to hunt us down and shoot us. All right?

LA LADRONA DE LIBROS» ÚLTIMA LÍNEA «He odiado las palabras y las he amado, y espero haber estado a su altura.»

I wish I could hold up that knife and tear open the world. I'd slice it open and climb through to the next one.

There must be a place in heaven for those who have been where I have been. You might think I don't love you because of what I've done, but I do.

To most people, Hans Hubermann was barely visible. An un-special person. Certainly, his painting skills were excellent. His musical ability was better than average. Somehow, though, and I'm sure you've met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticeable.

Hasta la muerte tiene corazón.

Is this yours?' 'Yes, Papa.' 'Do you want to read it?' Again, 'Yes, Papa.' A tired smile. Metallic eyes, melting. 'Well we'd better read it then.

Words are life, Liesel.

I could smell something. Fear. I could taste it now. It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...

It's the person, Ma, not the place. If you left here, you'd have been the same anywhere else.'(...)'If I ever leave this place' - I swallow - 'I'll make sure I'm better here first.

He was into the skating culture now and I was into, well, I'm not sure what I was into. I was into roaming around on my own, and I enjoyed it.

it didn't really matter what that book was about. It was what it meant that was more important.

una prueba más de lo contradictorio que es el ser humano. Una pizca de bondad, una pizca de maldad y sólo falta añadirle agua.

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

I thought for a moment about the dog. Miffy. I guess no matter how much Rube and I complained about him, we knew we'd sort of miss him if something happened to him. It's funny how there are things in this world that do nothing but annoy you, but you know you'd miss them when they're gone. Miffy, the Pomeranian wonderdog, was one such thing.