How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing. Markus Zusak More Quotes by Markus Zusak More Quotes From Markus Zusak I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. Markus Zusak underestimate humans race ... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever. Markus Zusak color hair boys 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. Markus Zusak important enough people Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work. Markus Zusak doe steps I like to tell students, 'I didn't burst on to the literary scene.' I'm never good at things at the beginning. I was terrible at the start. I need to work and work. Markus Zusak scene students needs She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed! Markus Zusak wall beautiful book The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you. Markus Zusak hate love boys Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look at his fingers and face when he plays. the accordion breathes. There are lines on his cheeks. They look drawn on, and for some reason, when I see them, I want to cry. It is not for any sadness or pride. I just like the way they move and change. Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes. Markus Zusak sadness pride moving That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human. Markus Zusak dad hero father I am hunted by humans. Markus Zusak hunted humans It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding. Markus Zusak coughing streams faces You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him. Markus Zusak skulls writing giving Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction. Markus Zusak together life death Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness. Markus Zusak handle feelings feels I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life. Markus Zusak funeral life mean It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement. Markus Zusak snowman christmas littles She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. Markus Zusak disappointment change time So much good, so much evil. Just add water. Markus Zusak evil add water She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears. Markus Zusak ears doors fall A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue. Markus Zusak distance skulls mirrors
