Quotes from Markus Zusak

La paura è la strada. La paura è ogni singolo passo.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worse. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both

I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.

How do you give someone a piece of sky? Memorize it. Then write it down for him.

I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away.

I'm still standing here. Okay, it's a crummy front porch I stand on, cracked to shithouse, and who am I to say that the world isn't the same?

I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. My travels, what I saw in '42. On the other hand, you're a human — you should understand self-obsession.

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

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their French words. I watched their love-visions and freed them from their fear.

Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street. One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.

Acho que, quando alguém lhe conta uma coisa que costuma guardar, você se sente privilegiado, não por saber algo que ninguém mais sabe, mas por se sentir escolhido. Dá a impressão de que aquela pessoa quer que a vida dela se entrelace com a sua.

What are you assholes looking at?

Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody

Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty.

Oamenii observ? culorile unei zile numai la sfârÅŸit ÅŸi la început, dar pentru mine este destul de clar c? ea combin? o multitudine de nuanÅ£e ÅŸi tonuri, cu fiecare moment care trece. O singur? or? poate consta în mii de culori diferite.

again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

In tutta sincerità, mi sforzo di prendere la faccenda allegramente, anche se, a dispetto delle mie proteste, la maggior parte delle persone trova difficile credermi. Per favore, fidati di me. Posso davvero essere allegra. Posso essere amabile. Affettuosa. Affabile. E queste sono solo le parole che cominciano per A. Non chiedermi però di essere bella: essere bella non è da me.

Chapter One: It was quite fitting that the entire town was sleeping when the dream carrier was born...

If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.

If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.

Sin embargo —seguramente por la atracción que ejercían los libros sobre ella— acabó entrando en la casa.

Just bad luck. That's what you say. Of no consequence. That's what you make yourself believe- because deep down, you know that this small piece of changing fortune is a signal of things to come.

When you looked out my window you could see the whole city crouched under a blanket of car smog.