Quotes from Markus Zusak

Estoy buscando esto —le digo señalándonos a los dos con la mano—. Nos estoy buscando a ti y a mí juntos. Audrey se arrodilla a mi lado y posa su mano en la mía para hacerme soltar las hojas. —No creo que esté ahí —me dice con dulzura—. Yo creo, Ed... —Posa las manos suavemente sobre mi cara. La luz anaranjada del atardecer la baña—. Creo que esto nos pertenece a nosotros.

There was the odd suburban thunderbolt, but they were mostly those people who'd found each other; they were golden and bright-lit and funny. Often they seemed in cahoots somehow, like jailbirds who wouldn't leave; they loved us, they liked us, and that was a pretty good trick.

If your eyes could speak, what would they say?

People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

Sometimes, I imagined how everything appeared above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye.

Las calles de la ciudad estaban llenas de gente, pero la extranjera no se habría sentido más sola de haber estado desiertas.

God, there were so many of them. So many sets of dying eyes and scuffing feet.

tried praying for him ...but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Don't ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldn't summon the strength to pray for it.

Here is a small fact: You are going to die does this scare you? I urge you don't be afraid, I'm nothing if not fair - Death

A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT *** ***ABOUT RUDY STEINER*** He didn't deserve to die the way he did.

The buildings appear to be glued together, mostly small houses and apartment blocks that looked nervous. There is murky snow spread out like carpet. There is concrete, empty hat-stand trees, and gray air.

It's lucky I was there. Then again, who am I kidding? I'm in most places at least once, and in 1943, I was just about everywhere.

Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words.

Y ese beso, Saumensch?

Sí, la recuerdo menudo y conservo su historia en uno de mis múltiples bolsillos para contarla una y otra vez. Es una más de la pequeña legión que llevo conmigo, cada una de ellas extraordinarias a su modo. Todas son un intento, un extraordinario intento de demostrarme que vosotros, y la existencia humana, valéis la pena.

He was not well-educated or political, but if nothing else, he was a man who appreciated fairness. A Jew had once saved his life and he couldn't forget that. He couldn't join a party that antagonized people in such a way. Also, much like Alex Steiner, some of his most loyal customers were Jewish. Like many of the Jews believed, he didn't think the hatred could last, and it was a conscious decision not to follow Hitler. On many levels, it was a disastrous one.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it. -Ed Kennedy

No mezclo nada, sólo repito lo que dijiste. Lo que uno cuenta y lo que sucede de verdad no suele coincidir, Rudy, sobre todo contigo.

There's ache in her arms and ache in her legs and heart. But on her face is the beauty of the morning.

It was a nice dream, and an impossible one.

Se aferraba con desesperación a las palabras que le habían salvado la vida.

Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Once, words had rendered Liesel useless, but now, when she sat on the floor, with the mayor's wife at her husband's desk, she felt an innate sense of power. It happened every time she deciphered a new word or pieced together a sentence.

Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.