Quotes from Markus Zusak

a letter to her for? You have to put up with her every day." Papa was schmunzel

A NICE THOUGHT One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.

When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behind him, watching. Someone was always watching.

I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because 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.

Ensin värit. Sitten ihmiset. Sillä tavoin minä yleenä asiat näen. Tai ainakin yritän.

I guess it's for life beyond these pages.

It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it.

Hans Hubermann had her by one hand. Her small suitcase had her by the other.

Je ne veux plus prier pour que M. soit sain et sauf. Ni A.S. Parce que le monde ne les mérite pas.

Pimples were gathered in peer groups

Jewish shops that were still in operation in Molching. Inside, a small man was stuttering about, crushing the broken glass beneath his feet as he cleaned up.

He's telling Liesel's story to prove to himself that humans can be beautiful and selfless and worthwhile.

Maxi Taxi, you've got him now, you've got him, Jew boy, you've got him, you've got him!" A small kid with soft tufts of hair, a beaten nose, and swampy eyes, Max was a good head shorter

When reason fails, the devil helps!

moments, Liesel stood. The corridor was huge. She examined the soldier in her palm. Instinct told her to run home immediately, but common sense did not allow it. Instead, she placed the ragged soldier in her pocket and returned to the classroom.

I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences. On the other side, beyond the blurry heat, it was possible to see the brownshirts and swastikas joining hands. You didn't see people. Only uniforms and signs. Birds above did laps. They circled,somehow attracted to the glow - until they came too close to the heat. Or was it the humans? Certainly, the heat was nothing.

Say a prayer at the stones of home

Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. There was once a strange, small man, she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. But there was a word shaker, too. One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walking now. He stood absolutely still as the others swerved morosely around him, leaving him completely alone. His eyes staggered and it was so simple. The words were given across from the girl to the Jew.

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

We can't leave him here, the smell will kill us . . . and we can't carry him out the door and drag him up the street, either. We can't just say, 'You'll never guess what we found in our basement this morning . . .

When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

They walked on in silence for a while, until Rudy said, "I just wish I was like Jesse Owens, Papa." This time, Mr. Steiner placed his hand on Rudy's head and explained, "I know, son—but you've got beautiful blond hair and big, safe blue eyes. You should be happy with that; is that clear?" But nothing was clear.