Markus Zusak Quotes

I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.

The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.

I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?

It’s all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won’t let anyone else do it. That’s when you get your back up and show loyalty.

If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.

I've been a writer since I was 16. I didn't get published until I was 24. I know that sounds crazy.

Nothing comes naturally to me...I have to work and rework and that's where the ideas come from - from years of working on it and thinking about it.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky, dark, dark chocolate.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

When I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's great.

I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages anymore. I thought, "That's what I want to do with my life."

Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks.Not in what they say.Just in what they are.

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

Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.

The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.

For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives? I don't know.

Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.

As always, she was carrying the washing. Rudy was carrying two buckets of cold water, or as he put it, two buckets of future ice.

I could smell something. Fear.I could taste it now.It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...

The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out...Soon they would be both in the war. One would be making bullets. The other would be shooting them.

One eye open. One still in a dream

It's much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

... none of them had it. They had no qualms about stealing, but they needed to be told. They liked to be told, and Viktor Chemmel liked to be the teller. It was a nice microcosm.

Well, have you even tried again? You can’t just sit around waiting for the new world to take it with you. You have to go out and be part of it - despite your past mistakes.

Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want.""What's that, Ritchie?"His answer is simple."To want.

the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers

It could be worse. I could be you.

a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...

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 rain.

She couldn't tell exactly where the words came from. What mattered was that they reached her. They arrived and kneeled next to her bed.

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger

If your eyes could speak, what would they say?

He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words.

DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children