It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else. 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 underestimatehumansrace ... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever. Markus Zusak colorhairboys 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 importantenoughpeople Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work. Markus Zusak doesteps 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 scenestudentsneeds 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 wallbeautifulbook The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you. Markus Zusak hateloveboys 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 sadnesspridemoving 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 dadherofather How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing. Markus Zusak checksbreathingalive I am hunted by humans. Markus Zusak huntedhumans 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 coughingstreamsfaces 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 skullswritinggiving Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction. Markus Zusak togetherlifedeath Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness. Markus Zusak handlefeelingsfeels I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life. Markus Zusak funerallifemean It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement. Markus Zusak snowmanchristmaslittles She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. Markus Zusak disappointmentchangetime So much good, so much evil. Just add water. Markus Zusak eviladdwater 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 earsdoorsfall
