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ccafc6b
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What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.
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Markus Zusak |
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d8da893
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Words are so heavy.
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Markus Zusak |
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dd682d5
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War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition
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Markus Zusak |
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ae008e8
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you need life in your life.
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Markus Zusak |
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4d77e26
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All that remained was to get to camp, learn English better, find a job and a place to live. Then, most importantly, buy a bookshelf. And a piano.
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Markus Zusak |
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5677298
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Never leave anything out to dry as the sun comes up for the new year.
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new-beginnings
new-year
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Markus Zusak |
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97681b5
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Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. "Don't forget your misery..." In some cases, it grew on them like a vine."
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Markus Zusak |
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02f8b18
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He, as much as anyone, knows who and why and what we are: A family of ramshackle tragedy. A comic book kapow of boys and blood and beasts.
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Markus Zusak |
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83786be
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Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?
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Markus Zusak |
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3711cba
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They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip--the relative you cringe to kiss.
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Markus Zusak |
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ef6c2f7
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HAY ALGO PEOR QUE UN CHICO QUE TE ODIE? Un chico que te quiera.
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Markus Zusak |
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7740658
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Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places. This one was sent out by the breath of an accordion, the odd taste of champagne in summer, and the art of promise-keeping.
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Markus Zusak |
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dcdcf19
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The words. Why did they have to exist? Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.
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Markus Zusak |
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38a67ac
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I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death
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Markus Zusak |
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9597421
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The sky was white but deteriorating fast. As always, it was becoming an enormous drop sheet. Blood was bleeding through, and in patches, the clouds were dirty, like footprints in melting snow. Footprints? you ask. Well, I wonder whose those could be.
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Markus Zusak |
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80e38cf
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Just give hime five more minutes and he would surely fall into the German gutter and die. They would all let him, and they would all watch.
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Markus Zusak |
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ed3270e
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What I like best is walking with my hands in my pockets, having the Doorman next to me, and imagining that Audrey's on my other side. I always picture us from behind.
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Markus Zusak |
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86f4f7f
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The happening that happened was that I met this girl ...
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happening
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Markus Zusak |
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aeffa84
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Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.
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suddenly
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Markus Zusak |
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c8537ac
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When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her shoulder, and dropped as a bungling pair at Ilsa Hermann's feet. They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud and clumsy. Two giant words...I'm sorry.
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Markus Zusak |
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c398bfa
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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 the rain.
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Markus Zusak |
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4f70bfd
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I don't want to hope for anything anymore. I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world did not deserve them.
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world-war-ii
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Markus Zusak |
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0f6bb30
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The world is an ugly stew, she thought. It's so ugly I can't stand it.
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Markus Zusak |
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eb3a755
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For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.
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Markus Zusak |
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6d825a1
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But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the beginning that you're going to win. It's the ones in between that test you. They're the ones that bring questions with them.
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Markus Zusak |
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d005285
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Best friends one, and now we have almost nothing to say to each other. It was interesting, how he had joined those guys and I just stayed on my own. I didn't like it or dislike it. It was just funny that things had turned out that way.
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friends
funny
interesting
like
the-way-things-turn-out
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Markus Zusak |
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e24ef5b
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You ever hear a dog cry, Steve? You know, howling so loud it's almost unbearable?' He nodded. 'I reckon they howl like that because they're so hungry it hurts, and that's what I feel in me every day of my life. I'm so hungry to be somethin' - to be somebody. You hear me?' He did. 'I'm not lyin' down ever. Not for you. Not for anyone.' I ended it. 'I'm hungry, Steve.' Sometimes I think they're the best words I've ever said. 'I'm hungry.
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dog
howl
hungry
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Markus Zusak |
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e77d791
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Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?
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live
make-mistakes
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Markus Zusak |
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3f9c537
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As I make my way through, I feel okayness reaching through me. The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary. But it's in me.
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it-s-in-me
okayness
real-word
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Markus Zusak |
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a58e99c
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Jesus, Mary and Joseph
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Markus Zusak |
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1c28d3d
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Her wrinkles were like slander. Her voice was akin to a beating with a stick.
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Markus Zusak |
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efa1bf9
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She didn't see him watching as he played, having no idea that Hans Hubermann's accordion was a story. In the times ahead, that story would arrive at 33 Himmel Street in the early hours of morning, wearing ruffled shoulders and a shivering jacket. It would carry a suitcase, a book, and two questions. A story. Story after story. Story within story.
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Markus Zusak |
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de50b75
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Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She realized her mother had come back for her only when she felt the boniness of a hand on her shoulder. She was being dragged away. A warm scream filled her throat.
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Markus Zusak |
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df51396
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Thank you. For Max Vandenburg, those were the two most pitiful words he could possibly say, rivaled only by I'm sorry. There was a constant urge to speak both expressions, spurred on by the affliction of guilt.
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Markus Zusak |
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f4d88da
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The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that's never a good sign.
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Markus Zusak |
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ea12e72
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The only people we want to blame are ourselves, because it will be ourselves that we rely upon.
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independence
independent-thought
self-awareness
self-awareness-honesty-self
self-realization
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Markus Zusak |
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981da1a
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As if sensing the oncoming theatre, the pigeons arrived from nowhere, and dug in close on the powerlines. They were perched on TV aerials, and, God forbid, on the trees. There was also a single crow, fat-feathered and plump, like a pigeon disguised in a trench coat.
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Markus Zusak |
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4b9f5bd
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They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate? Misfortune? Is that what glued them down like that? Of course not. Let's not be stupid. It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.
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Markus Zusak |
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2d75aa9
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There are pieces of me on the ground.
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emotions
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Markus Zusak |
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0c77038
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A happening was looming. It was out there somewhere beyond the regular enclosed life that I had been living. It was out there, not waiting, but existing. Being. Perhaps it was only slightly wondering if I would come to it.
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happening
life
waiting
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Markus Zusak |
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2bdeae1
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But when they laugh, you can see the world in their eyes.
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Markus Zusak |
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7f138c4
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Tomare tu alma en mis manos, un color se posara sobre mi hombro y te llevare conmigo con suma delicadeza.
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Markus Zusak |
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fbd5643
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Certainly war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity.
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Markus Zusak |
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bbe26a0
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I am stupid. And kind. Which makes the biggest idiot in the world.
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Markus Zusak |