... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever. Markus Zusak More Quotes by Markus Zusak More Quotes From Markus Zusak Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books. Markus Zusak reading men book He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is. Markus Zusak ruins Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out. Markus Zusak eye men father You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead. Markus Zusak dog And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me. Markus Zusak tire listening It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Markus Zusak age love thinking Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. Markus Zusak rooftops arms sometimes You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground. Markus Zusak break real fall Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again. Markus Zusak moments seems If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train. Markus Zusak despair silence thinking What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same. Markus Zusak cost eye mind Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity. Markus Zusak opportunity soccer people You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl. Markus Zusak girl gun men The bombs were coming-and so was I. Markus Zusak bombs I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death Markus Zusak sentences asking sorry She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love. Markus Zusak made faces men When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood. Markus Zusak flow blood moving I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her. Markus Zusak girl missing want Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk? Markus Zusak talking people thinking I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's no way to know how I'll react. He'll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside himself. Mostly, I imagine I'll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I'll wait for him to wake up, but he won't. I'll bury him. I'll carry him outside, feeling his warmth turn to cold as the horizon frays and falls down in my backyard. For now, though, he's okay. I can see him breathing. He just smells like he's dead. Markus Zusak breathing dog fall
