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Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
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life
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Markus Zusak |
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The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
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hate
love
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Markus Zusak |
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5b492be
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I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
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Markus Zusak |
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Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
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Markus Zusak |
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2bcc31e
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It kills me sometimes, how people die.
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Markus Zusak |
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6c8faa2
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I am haunted by humans.
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Markus Zusak |
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ac21641
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Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
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sadness
stoicism
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Markus Zusak |
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e609e0f
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I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
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Markus Zusak |
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0d2e54b
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He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
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love
sad
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Markus Zusak |
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079a936
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Even death has a heart.
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life
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Markus Zusak |
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A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
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love
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Markus Zusak |
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22cbb0b
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Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
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hope
life
philosophy
inspirational
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Markus Zusak |
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7f3dc55
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She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she ..
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the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
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snow
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Markus Zusak |
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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.
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words
meaning
patience
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Markus Zusak |
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Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced."
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Markus Zusak |
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A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
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war
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Markus Zusak |
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If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
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laughter
love
oblivious
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Markus Zusak |
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0dc6be6
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How about a kiss, ?" He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them."
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Markus Zusak |
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His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places." --
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Markus Zusak |
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bb9dfd8
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Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
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mortality
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Markus Zusak |
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I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time..
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Markus Zusak |
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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. (Death)
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Markus Zusak |
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b07a344
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My heart is so tired
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Markus Zusak |
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aec5205
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She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.
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Markus Zusak |
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b140b71
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A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?
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Markus Zusak |
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I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
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Markus Zusak |
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One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.
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Markus Zusak |
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Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
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destruction
failure
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Markus Zusak |
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Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?" At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waitin..
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thief
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Markus Zusak |
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d15835b
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So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
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Markus Zusak |
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It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.
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Markus Zusak |
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I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
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humanity
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Markus Zusak |
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b8ae8bd
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She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.
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moving-on
loss
stepping
moving
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Markus Zusak |
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7a04433
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Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.
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Markus Zusak |
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95d8956
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I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.
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life
funeral
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Markus Zusak |
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c9896f8
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Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
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Markus Zusak |
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1524d96
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You can't eat books, sweetheart.
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Markus Zusak |
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73ea2d1
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It's a small story really, about, among other things: * A girl * Some words * An accordionist * Some fanatical Germans * A Jewish fist fighter * And quite a lot of thievery
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Markus Zusak |
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I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.
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words
death
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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b9e55be
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She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.
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time
disappointment
night
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Markus Zusak |
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41aae8a
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The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.
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words
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Markus Zusak |
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cb01733
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On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy Steiner was robbery--so much life, so much to live for--yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He'd have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, I know it. ..
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Markus Zusak (The Book Thief) |
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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.
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spoken-from-the-main-character
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Markus Zusak |