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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 was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...
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the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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0e7aae7
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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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2fbf3a9
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Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.
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rosa-hubermann
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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ac8102d
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He stood a few meters from the step and spoke with great conviction, great joy. he announced. All is shit.
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the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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cce1ed4
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The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .
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cloud
liesel
the-book-thief
max
sun
weather
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Markus Zusak |
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e6bf97f
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You might well ask just what the hell he was thinking. The answer is, probably nothing at all.He'd probably say he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.
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stupidity
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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8773da4
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After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through. ***TWO QUESTIONS*** Would the gates shut behind her? Or would they have the goodwill to let her back out? As Liesel would discover, a good thief requires many things. Stealth. Nerve. Speed. More important than any of those things, however, was one final requirement. Luck. Actually. Forget the ten minutes. The gates open now.
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liesel-meminger
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
thieves
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Markus Zusak |
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3163bce
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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.
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papa
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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a5aa442
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I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
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markus-zusak
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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91ddf5d
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How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.
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death
life
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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04d4983
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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 the rain. (p. 85)
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reading
love-for-words
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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a3f44d4
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She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake. She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back. Sleepy air seemed to have followed her. The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs.
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sleep
friendship
the-book-thief
german
jewish
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Markus Zusak |
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ed37d35
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Habia una vez un hombre bajito y extrano que decidio tres cosas importantes acerca de su vida: 1. Que se haria la raya del pelo en el lado contrario a todos los demas. 2. Que se dejaria un pequeno y extrano bigote. 3. Que un dia dominaria el mundo.
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spanish
la-ladrona-de-libros
the-book-thief
hitler
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Markus Zusak |
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77298a4
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On June 23, 1942, there was a group of French Jews in a German prison, on Polish soil. The first person I took was close to the door, his mind racing, then reduced to pacing, then slowing down, slowing down.... Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each would that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. I took them all away, and if there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away. Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye. They ere French, they were Jews, and they were you.
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the-book-thief
world-war-ii
french
jews
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Markus Zusak |
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5a4c93c
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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'.
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the-book-thief
soul
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Markus Zusak |
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f98948c
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The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs.
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the-book-thief
nazi-germany
jewish
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Markus Zusak |
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f1184bb
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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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liesel-meminger
rudy-steiner
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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df499dc
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There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.
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the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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04c8352
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There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house
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the-book-thief
snow
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Markus Zusak |
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80f6fdd
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The question is, what colour will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
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markus-zusak
the-book-thief
sky
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Markus Zusak |
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00790ca
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*** A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT *** ABOUT RUDY STEINER He didn't deserve to die the way he did.
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liesel-meminger
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
germany
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Markus Zusak |
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cc6a882
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[...]otra arremetida de <>. ?Sabes? Lo cierto es que me sorprenderia que alguien no perdiera un ojo o se hiciera dano en una mano o en una muneca en medio de ese jaleo. Bastaba con quedarse mirando hacia el lugar equivocado en el peor momento o estar demasiado pegado a otra persona. Tal vez si que hubo heridos. Por lo que a mi respecta, lo unico que puedo decir es que nadie murio por estar alli, al menos fisicamente. Es evidente que no podemos olvidar los cuarenta millones de personas que recogi cuando todo hubo acabado, pero esto se esta poniendo metaforico.
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markus-zusak
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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10ac16e
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The moon was sewn into the sky that night
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the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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3a7d084
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Moze li netko ukrasti srecu? Ili je i to jos jedan unutarnji, pakleni ljudski trik?
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markus-zusak
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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62cdd5c
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*** A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT *** ***ABOUT RUDY STEINER*** He didn't deserve to die the way he did.
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liesel-meminger
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
germany
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Markus Zusak |
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ae3d1f2
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Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words.
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liesel-meminger
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
germany
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Markus Zusak |
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1ae008e
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Si domando quando esattamente i libri e le parole avessero incominciato a significare non solamente qualcosa, ma tutto.
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markus-zusak
the-book-thief
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Markus Zusak |
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0d0b856
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"First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.
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mortality
humanity
death
rhyming
the-book-thief
fact
humans
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Markus Zusak |