All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is. Markus Zusak More Quotes by Markus Zusak More Quotes From Markus Zusak 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-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. Markus Zusak passing-momentscolorclouds I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry. Markus Zusak heartbooklying After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down. Markus Zusak girldoorsboys ...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air. Markus Zusak tabletsairmoving But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it. Markus Zusak fightingknowswinning Son, you can't go around painting yourself black, you hear?" "Why not, Papa?" "Because they'll take you away." "Why?" "Because you shouldn't want to be like black people or Jewish people or anyone who is...not us." "Who are Jewish people?" "You know my oldest customer, Mr. Kaufmann? Where we bought your shoes?" "Yes." "Well, he's Jewish." "I didn't know that. Do you have to pay to be Jewish? Do you need a license?" ..... "...you've got beautiful blond hair and big safe blue eyes. You should be happy with that; is that clear? Markus Zusak eyebeautifulson Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. Markus Zusak eyekindnessfather One wild card was yet to be played. Markus Zusak cards Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do. Markus Zusak runninglaughingreality She was a girl with a mountain to climb. Markus Zusak climbsmountaingirl Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. 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. Markus Zusak lipskissingbook The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips. Markus Zusak lipsbreathesong I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything. Markus Zusak realizing Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long. Markus Zusak waitingmenlong One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me. Markus Zusak kissingone-daydying Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either. Markus Zusak wantjesuschrist Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on. Markus Zusak arthuridiotkind God. Markus Zusak namesjobsthinking It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprises. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. Which in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever the hour and color. It’s the story of one of those perpetual survivors –an expert at being left behind. Markus Zusak jigsaw-puzzlescolorheart I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above it. We want to frame it, live it, survive it. We want to put it in our mouths and taste it and never forget it, because it makes us strong. Markus Zusak strongstrugglemouths
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