Quotes from Markus Zusak

He's fighting the world." And now, I watch as the underdog in the middle of the circle fights on and stands and falls and returns to his haunches and feet and fights on again. He fights on, no matter how hard he hits the ground. He gets up. Some people cheer him. Others laugh now and rubbish him. Feeling comes out of me. I watch. My eyes swell, and burn. "Can he win?" I ask it, and now, I too cannot take my eyes off the boy in the circle.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread out on top of it. It was the best time of her life. But it was bombing carpet. Make no mistake.

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.

Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.

and I held him, like love, in my arms.

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 the rain.

Through the overcast sky, I looked up and saw the tin-can planes. I watched their stomachs open and drop the bombs casually out. They were off target, of course. They were often off target.

Woher weiß man, ob etwas lebendig ist? Man schaut nach, ob es atmet.

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. 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 the rain.

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.

In that one stolen second, I considered the Glebe girl. She entered my mind like a burglar, them vanished again, taking nothing. It was like the humiliation of the past had been dragged instantly from my back and left somewhere on the ground.

There was once a strange small man but there was a word shaker too.

CHRISTMAS GREETINGS FROM MAX VANDENBURG "Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

I vacation in increments. In colors.

the moronic nature of fighting it--of killing yourself to survive.

Don't get caught.' This from a man who'd stolen a Jew.

Und es sollte mir einmal mehr beweisen, dass eine Gelegenheit geradewegs zu einer anderen führt, genauso wie ein Risiko ein weiteres nach sich zieht, ein Leben ein anderes und ein Tod den nächsten.

Por qué no puede oírlo el resto del mundo? —me pregunto. En pocos segundos me lo pregunto muchas veces—. Porque no le importa —me respondo al fin, y sé que estoy en lo cierto. Tengo la sensación de haber sido elegido—. Pero ¿elegido para qué? —me pregunto.» La respuesta es simple: «Para que me importe».

It kind of depressed me to think a human could be so lonely that she would comfort herself with the company of appliances that whistle, and sit alone to eat.

Así y todo, ella llora en el porche y yo desearía acercarme y abrazarla. Desearía rescatarla y mecerla entre mis brazos. «¿Cómo puede la gente vivir así?» «¿Cómo consiguen sobrevivir?» Tal vez por eso estoy aquí. Porque ya no pueden.

She could only hope they could read the depth of sorrow in her face, to recognize that it was true, and not fleeting.

Las intrigas que nos empujan hasta el final son las que me inquietan, me desconciertan, me pican la curiosidad y me asombran. Quedan muchas cosas en las que pensar. Queda mucha historia.

Está bien? Asiente con la cabeza y miente. —Sí.

It's funny how when you watch people from a long distance, it all seems voiceless. It's like watching a silent movie. You guess what people say. You watch their mouths move and imagine the sounds of their feet hitting the ground. You wonder what they're talking about and, even more so, what they might be thinking.