Quotes from Markus Zusak

The yawn of a girl can be so beautiful it makes you cringe.

La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

El silencio siempre era la mayor de las tentaciones.

No me hagáis feliz. Por favor, no me cameléis y me dejéis creer que algo bueno puede salir de todo esto.

Although something inside told her that this was a crime—after all, her three books were the most precious items she owned—she was compelled to see the thing lit. She couldn't help it. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.

The book thief had struck for the first time - the beginning of an illustrious career.

It was with great sadness that she realised that her brother would be six forever, but when she held that thought, she also made an effort to smile.

Max, Hans, and Rosa I cannot account for, but I know that Liesel Meminger was thinking that if the bombs ever landed on Himmel Street, not only did Max have less chance of survival than everyone else, but he would die completely alone.

how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist on his face.

A few of them performed the beautiful childhood art of snickering.

Papa grinned and pointed at the girl. "Book, sandpaper, pencil," he ordered her, "and accordion!" once she was already gone. Soon, they were on Himmel Street, carrying the words, the music, the washing.

There was no recovery from what had happened. That would take decades; it would take a long life.

That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.)

There must be a place in heaven for those who have been where I have been.

Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth. Clearly

No começo, Liesel não conseguiu dizer nada. Talvez fosse a súbita turbulência do amor que sentiu por ele. Ou será que sempre o tinha amado? Era provável. Impedida como estava de falar, desejou que ele a beijasse. Quis que ele arrastasse sua mão e a puxasse para si. Não importava onde a beijasse. Na boca, no pescoço, na face. Sua pele estava vazia para o beijo, esperando.

the dark, the light. What's the difference

And far away, in the room that stretched like a bridge to a nameless town, her brother, Werner, played in the cemetery snow.

I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

Crossword?" he would ask.

Another noteworthy point is that the first was stolen from snow and the second from fire.

Cuando empezó a escribir su historia se preguntó por el momento exacto en que los libros y las palabras no sólo comenzaron a tener algún significado, sino que lo significaban todo

A SMALL SUGGESTION*** Or maybe there was a woman on Grande Strasse who now kept her library window open for another reason - but that's just be being cynical, or hopeful. Or both.