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 More Quotes by Markus Zusak More Quotes From Markus Zusak There was also a rumor that later in the day, she walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange. Something about a kiss. Something about a Saumensch. How many times did she have to say goodbye? Markus Zusak kissing rivers goodbye You can't eat books, sweetheart. Markus Zusak sweetheart book She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion. Markus Zusak voice eye looks I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey. Markus Zusak audrey towns years In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them - until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet. Markus Zusak max suffering feet So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on top of each other. There is air like plastic, a horizon like setting glue. There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking, and there are soft, coal-coloured clouds, beating, like black hearts. And then. There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone. Markus Zusak clouds heart memories We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me. Markus Zusak moments running laughing My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true. Markus Zusak rumours not-sure voice THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough. Markus Zusak max lasts done for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right. Markus Zusak dying answers men If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive. Markus Zusak dies tonight alive A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die. Markus Zusak envy circles heart Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. Markus Zusak care answers world She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything. Markus Zusak swings guilt kids He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. 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. Markus Zusak crazy rain patience She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him. Markus Zusak carrier max dream It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German. Markus Zusak russia cities snow I only know that all of those people would have sensed me that night, excluding the youngest of the children. I was the suggestion. I was the advice, my imagined feet walking into the kitchen and down the corridor. Markus Zusak feet night children Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars. Markus Zusak stars doors night The day was gray, the color of Europe. Markus Zusak gray color europe
