Quotes About Markus Zusak

Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.

My friend Markus Zusak wrote a story from the point of view of death, 'The Book Thief.' I thought that's a great idea, where your omniscient narrator is death. I'm glad he had that idea because I wouldn't have been able to work so well with it.

A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

In the written words of the book thief herself, the journey continued like everything had happened.

LA LADRONA DE LIBROS» ÚLTIMA LÍNEA «He odiado las palabras y las he amado, y espero haber estado a su altura.»

Right. That's twenty-two fifty. Twenty-two fifty? We can't hide our exasperation. Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know. That's obvious - the service is incredible.

Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.

I am stupid Hans Hubermann told his foster daughter And kind, which makes me the biggest idiot in the world.

despite the violent architecture of his skull—the endless jawline, stretching for miles; the pop-up cheek-bones; and the pothole eyes.

A NICE THOUGHT One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. Their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, and their spirits came towards me, into my arms.

Por favor, a pesar de las amenazas anteriores, conserva la calma. Sólo soy una fanfarrona. No soy violenta. No soy perversa. Soy lo que tiene que ser.

I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. My travels, what I saw in '42. On the other hand, you're a human — you should understand self-obsession.

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

As far as dispositions go, hers wasn't really enviable, although she had a good record with foster kids in the past.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

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.