Quotes from Markus Zusak

There was a chapter called "Tired Hearts" in A Song in the Dark. A romantic girl had promised herself to a young man, but it appeared that he had run away with her best friend. Liesel was sure it was chapter thirteen. " Ã¢â'¬ËœMy heart is so tired,' Ã¢â'¬Â the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary.

Papa. She Would not, and could not, look at Papa. Not yet. Not now.

really did the research in phases, before, during, and after I'd finished the manuscript. It wasn't until the end of the writing that I went to Munich to check all of my facts, especially little things, like the seasonal habits of apple trees! (Liesel and Rudy's apple-stealing needed to occur in the right month.) I

politics. Later, they read some more in bed, adhering to the tradition of circling the words she didn't know and

I'm nothing if not fair.

You save someone. You kill them.

The word maybe was beginning to annoy me, because the only thing that was fixed was that maybe would be with me for ever. Maybe

Visita guiada al sufrimiento: A su izquierda, tal vez a su derecha, incluso puede que al frente, hay una pequeña habitación a oscuras. Allí espera sentado un judío. Apesta. Está famélico. Está asustado. Por favor, intenta no apartar la vista.

So much of the dying hurt us.

Don't go, papa. Please. Her spoon-holding hand is shaking. First we lost Max. I can't lose you now, too.

It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This

Le gustaban los corrillos apretados y lo desconocido. La agridulce sensación de la incertidumbre: Ganar o perder.

Her knuckles and fingernails were so frighteningly tough, despite their smallness. You Saukerl. Her voice, too, was able to scratch him.

When they come and ask you for one of your children," Barbara Steiner explained, to no one in particular, "you're supposed to say yes.

The spoken truth of Rudy Steiner 'I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them.

death's diary- the snowman- thirteen presents- the next book- the nightmare of a Jewish corpse- a newspaper sky- a visitor- a schmunzeler- and a final kiss on poisoned cheeks

È impeccabile il modo in cui la verità può essere brutale, a volte. Non si può che ammirarla.

Or till the stars were dragged down again, into the waters of the German sky.

sintió que su cuerpo se arrugaba y se hacía una pelota, como una página llena de tachones arrojada a la papelera. Como basura. Sin embargo, día tras día conseguía estirarse y alisarse, indignado y agradecido. Destrozado, pero no hecho pedazos.

As the kids dance around the front yard under the night sky and the lights, I see something. Lua and Marie are holding hands. They look like they're so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house. 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.

As I've been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope,...

I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world does not deserve them.

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.

It's very rare, don't you think, for a statue to appear before its subject has become famous.