Quotes from Markus Zusak

Nu mai erau oameni pe strad?. Erau zvonuri care c?rau gen?i.

Fingers touch the pages. They turn me. I continue on. I always do. All is big. The

Credo di essere più bravo ad abbandonarle le cose che a rubarle.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.

She was a girl. In Nazi Germany. How fitting that she was discovering the power of words.

You are the epitome of normal.

They waited for the clouds to disappear, and when they did, they could see the rest of the forest. It wouldn't stop growing, she explained. But neither would this. The young man looked at the branch that held his hand. He had a point.

A last note from your narrator I am haunted by humans.

Sono perseguitata dagli esseri umani.

The brother shivers. The woman weeps. And the girl goes on reading, for that's why she's there, and it feels good to be something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad.

he had nothing to give, except maybe Mein Kampf, and there was no way he'd give such propaganda to a young German girl. That would be like the lamb handing a knife to the butcher.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human." We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hands to touch.

Another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Lisa Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship. A

It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually

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.

you could set your watch to those hoofbeats, too, and your life to the hand of Tommy—as he led the mule fondly home, to the months and the girl to come.

Still, I walk on, through a dream that takes me through these pages. I

A veces llego demasiado pronto, me adelanto. Y hay gente que se aferra a la vida más de lo esperado.

I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain.

He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.

Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo.