Quotes from Markus Zusak

He talked to people and fooled them into liking him, trusting him. He talked to them while he was killing them, torturing and turning the knife. It was only when there was no one to talk to that he whistled, which was why he did so after a murder...

The crowd did what crowds do. As I made my way through, each person stood and played with the quietness of it. It was a small concoction of disjointed hand movements, muffled sentences, and mute, self-conscious turns

Yes, the Führer decided that he would rule the world with words. "I will never fire a gun," he devised. "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.

For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart.

No," I tell him, "I won't. I won't be okay just for the sake of it. Not anymore.

innocent Tommy Müller. He still cowered slightly whenever he saw her. "How could I know you were

That is the best I can do—watch it fall into line with everything else I spectated during that time.

Are you looking at a dead man now?

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

He would wink at the girl, and clumsily, she'd wink back.

He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

As they walked back to Himmel Street, Rudy forewarned her. One day, Liesel, he said, you'll be dying to kiss me.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

A final dirty joke. Another human punch line. As with many of the others, when I began my journey away, there seemed a quick shadow again, a final moment of eclipse—the recognition of another soul gone. You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I've seen millions of them. I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember

Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. There was once a strange, small man, she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. But there was a word shaker, too.

I waved. No one waved back

Dormía mucho, sin sueños, y casi siempre se arrepentía de despertarse. Dormida, todo desaparecía.

If only she could be oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?

Usko minua kun sanon, että sinä päivänä poimin jokaisen sielun kuin se olisi vastasyntynyt. Jopa suutelin muutamia uupuneita, myrkytettyjä poskia.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Leisel would held them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out, like the rain.

I laugh and the stars are watching It's good to be alive

Trust the murderer to be unkillable at the one moment he was better off dead.