Quotes from Markus Zusak

è impeccabile il modo in cui la verità può essere brutale, a volte. Non si può che ammirarla. Di solito ce ne andiamo in giro tentando di convincere noi stessi: sto bene, diciamo. è tutto ok. Ma a volte la verità ti piomba addosso, e non puoi liberartene. è in quei momenti che ti rendi conto che talvolta non è nemmeno una risposta...ma una domanda.

She was the book thief without words. Trust me, 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.

En ese momento Liesel lo notó en los hombros: el dolor, el impacto del rechazo definitivo.

charcoal. What was left of the

It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.

He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.

The world did not deserve such a river.

It's pathetic—how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great." Trudy

I buy the stale popcorn, or at least try (because Bernie, in his words, won't have it) and we go through and sit down, near where I watched from yesterday. He's given us a ticket each. 'Coool Hand Luke: 7pm.' 'Has your cool got three Os?' Audrey enquires. I look down at it, amused. It has and it seems perfect for this night.

One seat, two men, a short argument and me. It kills me sometimes, how people die.

Ser bueno en algo era interesante.

el judaísmo no dejaba de ser una etiqueta,...

They're strange, those wars. Full of blood and violence - but full of stories that are equally difficult to fanthom. It's true, people will mutter. I don't care if you don't belive me. It was the fox who saved my life or, They died on either side of me and I was left standing there, the only one without a bullet between my eyes. Why me? Why me and not them?

With us [...] the enemy isn't over the hill or in any specific direction. It's all around.

Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas.

Local loser. Cornerstone of mediocrity. Sexual midget. Pathetic cardplayer. And now weird-shit magnet on top of it.

Even the enemies were an inch away from friendship.

she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

Descarada y alegre, una trilogía de felicidad avanzaría con el verano y se adentraría en el otoño. Sin embargo, algo le pondría un brusco final. La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

If someone wanted to be a runner, you don't tell them to think about running, you tell them to run. And the same simple idea applies to writing, I hope.

When my dad stopped being a héroe to turn into a human being

When they came together, Michael apologized.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this (Zusak 439).

The fuhrer decided he would rule the world with words. I will never fire a gun, he said, I will not have to. Still, he was not rash. Let's allow him at least that much. He was not a stupid man at all. His first plan of attack was to plant the words in as many areas of his homeland as possible.