Quotes from Markus Zusak

I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary.

One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.

Don't think, I told myself. Think nothingness. But even nothingness was something. It was a thought.

los libros y las palabras no sólo comenzaron a tener algún significado, sino que lo significaban todo.

But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question.

Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace.

death is speacking : please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary poisoned cheeks.I listened to their last gasping cries.Their french words.I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.

But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.

She couldn't ever see how broken he was, while the rest of us stood and watched them. She was in jeans, bare feet and T-shirt, and maybe that's what finished us off. She looked just like a Dunbar boy. With that haircut she was one of us.

UN PENSAMIENTO AGRADABLE Ella era una ladrona de libros. Él asaltaba el cielo.

Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.

Miré, sólo unos segundos. Hacía 22 meses que no veía el mundo exterior. -¿Qué aspecto tenía? - Había estrellas. Me quemaron los ojos.

I was always reading books when I should have been doing math and the rest of it.

Right. That's twenty-two fifty. Twenty-two fifty? We can't hide our exasperation. Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know. That's obvious - the service is incredible.

Around six-thirty, Rory was across the street, leaning against a telegraph pole, smiling just for laughs; the world was filthy, and so was he. After a short search, he pulled a long strand of girls' hair from his mouth. Whoever she was, she was out there somewhere, she lay open-legged in Rory's head. A girl we'll never know, or see.

God damn, you were so beautiful, Mama.

I tell me: Let these words be footsteps, because I have a long way to travel. Let the words walk the dirty streets. Let them make their way across the crying grass. Let them stand and breathe and pant smoke in winter evenings. And when they're tired and have fallen down, let them buckle to their feet ad arc around me, watchful. I want these words to be actions. Give them flesh and bones, I say to me, and eyes of hunger and desire, so they can write and fight me through the night.

I think only one thing. Where 's Octavia? As I get closer to the bottom, I notice that it's water that I'm falling into. It's salty-green and smooth, until... I'm driven through the surface and go deeper. I'm surrounded. I'm drowning. I think. I'm drowning. But I'm smiling too.

All my life, I've been scared of men standing over me... It makes me understand that the best standover man I've ever known is not a man at all...

When I found it amongst the book thief's words, I realised that we passed each other once in a while during that period, though neither of us scheduled a meeting. Personally, I had a lot of work to do. As for Hans, I think he was doing his best to avoid me.

He walked from one end of the basement to the other, the lamplight magnifying his shadow. It turned him into a giant on the wall, walking back and forth. When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behind him, watching. Someone was always watching.

Did you learn? The face in the corner watched the flames. I did. There was a considerable pause. Until I was nine. At that age, my mother sold the music studio and stopped teaching. SHe kept only the one instrument but gave up on me not long after I resisted the learning. I was foolish. No, Papa said. You were a boy.

We might be criminals, but we're not totally immoral