I'm not a writer who refuses to talk about a book until I've finished. Markus Zusak More Quotes by Markus Zusak More Quotes From Markus Zusak Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes. Markus Zusak ruthless eye It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them. Markus Zusak old-friends care acting Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind. Markus Zusak tvs mind patience And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her. Markus Zusak taken kindness book I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling. Markus Zusak particular people window He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts. Markus Zusak germany grows forests There were stars. They burned my eyes. Markus Zusak burned stars eye So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us. Markus Zusak other-worlds wall people When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like. Markus Zusak arms style kissing Beautiful women are the torment of my existence. Markus Zusak beautiful-women existence beautiful Everything was good. But it was awful, too. Markus Zusak awful Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them. Markus Zusak scar dark remember When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot. Markus Zusak fists stupid boys The silence was always the greates temptation. Markus Zusak silence temptation It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them Markus Zusak perfection mistake feelings People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children. Markus Zusak defining-moments children people You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany Markus Zusak motivational-exercise gym-motivational wish There was the gate next, which she(Liesel)clung to. A gang of tears trudged from her eyes as she held on and refused to go inside. People started to gather on the street, until Rosa Hubermann swore at them, after which they reversed back whence they came. ~A TRANSLATION OF ROSA HUBERMANN’S ANNOUNCEMENT~ ‘What are you arseholes looking at? Markus Zusak tears eye people If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first. Markus Zusak ifs firsts Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river. Markus Zusak bridges rivers song
