Quotes from Markus Zusak

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None

At first, I'd wanted to write Merry Christmas on the box somewhere, but I decide against it. This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

Living was living. The price was guilt and shame

That's the sort of thing i'll never know, or comprehend- what humans are capable of

El silencio no era quietud o calma, y desde luego no era paz.

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

Soy un imbécil. No, papá. Sólo eres un hombre.

I realize that nothing belongs to her any more and she belongs to everything. She

having conquered not only the work at hand, but the

I'm ready now." If he'd intervened, it might have

German children were on the lookout for stray coins. German Jews kept watch for possible capture.

Soy idiota. [...] Y amable. Lo que me convierte en el mayor imbécil del mundo.

Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the grey, the every-coloured books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With

Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.

Con un sorriso così, non hai bisogno di occhi.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT *** You are going to die.

Cómo le regalas a alguien un pedazo de cielo? A finales de febrero, se detuvo en medio de Münchenstrasse y se quedó mirando una enorme nube que asomaba tras las colinas como un monstruo blanco.

The suffering faces of depleted men and women reached across to them, pleading not so much for help – they were beyond that – but for an explanation. Just something to subdue this confusion.

Simplemente volvieron juntos a casa, con los pies doloridos y el corazón cansado.

Their heartbeats fought each other, a mess of rhythm. Liesel tried to eat hers down. The taste of heart was not too cheerful.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything

Not that it was a living hell. It wasn't. But it sure as hell wasn't heaven, either.

había dicho la chica. [...] No, pensó Liesel mientras andaba, para corazón cansado, el mío. Un corazón de trece años no debería sentirse así.