Quotes from Markus Zusak

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

One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting.

it. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.

P]ersonally, I don't think you want to argue with me. A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please be calm, despite that previous threat, I am all bluster- I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

Tu sei il mio migliore amico, Ed». «Lo so.» Si può uccidere un uomo con una frase come questa.

That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

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 destroy.

What about her? Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.

for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

As usual, I collected humans. I was tired. And the year wasn't even halfway over yet.

How well do we really let ourselves know each other?

Her mouth jittered. Her cold arms were folded. Tears were frozen to the book thief's face.

A few nights later, however, Hans Hubermann came home with a box of eggs. "Sorry, Mama." He placed them on the table. "They were all out of shoes.

Sitting in the water, she imagined the smell of it, mapped out on her papa's clothes. More than anything, it was the smell of friendship, and she could find it on herself, too. Liesel loved that smell. She would sniff her arm and smile as the water cooled around her.

Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

She possessed the unique ability to aggravate almost anyone she ever met.

Behind me, a teddy bear was resting on the shoulder of a corpse. A lemon candle stood below the branches. The pilot's soul was in my arms.

Clearly , you're an idiot but you're our kind of idiot

She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option—to at least endure the discomfort of the weather.

No crime in wanting a little more

How about a kiss, Saumensch? He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy 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

I laugh and the stars watch.

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors—an expert at being left behind.

The moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me. I love the laughter of this night.