Quotes from Markus Zusak

A TRANSLATION OF ROSA HUBERMANN'S ANNOUNCEMENT 'What are you arseholes looking at?

He's the boy who refuses to fear the opposite sex, purely because everyone else embraces that particular fear, and he's the type who is unafraid to make a decision.

Qué hijos de puta, pensó. Qué adorables hijos de puta. No me hagan feliz. Por favor, no me calmen y me dejen creer que algo bueno puede salir de todo esto. ¿No ven los moretones? ¿No ven esa raspadura? ¿No ven la herida que tengo dentro? ¿No ven cómo se extiende y me corroe ante sus ojos? No quiero volver a tener esperanzas. No quiero rezar para que Max esté vivo y a salvo. O Alex Steiner. Porque el mundo no se los merece.

I was being Jesse Owens. he answered as though it was the most natural thing on earth to be doing. There was even something implicit in his tone that suggested something along the lines of, What the hell does it look like?

There was an intense spurt of coughing. Almost an  inspired  spurt. And soon after – nothing.

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. Outside

I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.

And why?' He pauses. 'I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed. And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

On the ration cards of Nazi Germany, there was no listing for punishment, but everyone had to take their turn. For some it was death in a foreign country during the war. For others it was poverty and guilt when the war was over, when six million discoveries were made throughout Europe.

1. The desperate Jews - their spirits in my lap as we sat on the roof, next to the steaming chimneys. 2. The Russian soldiers - taking only small amounts of ammunition, relying on the fallen for the rest of it. 3. The soaked bodies of a French coast - beached on the shingle and sand.

Keep playing, Papa. Papa stopped.

Caddenin her yerinde insanlar vard? ama bo? olsa, yabanc? bundan daha yaln?z olamazd?.

You don't always get what you wish for.

kissing one of the new blokes who works there. He's

In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer—proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water. Five

Rudy, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come one, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up...

For at least twenty minutes, she handed out the story.

Me maravilla lo que los humanos son capaces de hacer aunque estén llorando a lágrima viva, que sigan adelante, tambaleantes, tosiendo, rebuscando y hallando.

Rudy, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up...

What?!" Tommy shouted. His face twitched

For a few minutes, they all forgot. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snaches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house.

And why?' He pauses. 'I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed. And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.' And that's when I realize, in a sweet cruel beautiful moment of clarity. I smile, watch a crack in the cement, and speak Audrey and the Doorman. I tell them what I'm telling you now: I'm not the messenger at all, I'm the message.

A 2 A.M. CONVERSATION**** Is this yours? Yes, Papa. Do you want to read it? Again, Yes,Papa. A tired smile. Metallic eyes, melting. Well, we'd better read it, then.

Este chico puede conmigo. Siempre. Es lo único malo que tiene. Me rompe el corazón. Me hace llorar.