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ed0fc01
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I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.
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Markus Zusak |
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5c75738
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Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.
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Markus Zusak |
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0771f6e
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You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
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Markus Zusak |
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13b3c9f
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As always, one of her books was next to her.
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reading
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Markus Zusak |
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998e740
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I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.
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Markus Zusak |
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99d416a
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My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.
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reading
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Markus Zusak |
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ee2819e
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I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing--that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around. They're the best moments in a day of writing--when an image appears that you didn't know would be there when you started work in the morning.
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Markus Zusak |
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c1ffa1c
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one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.
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c347385
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A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. 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. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
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hearts
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0fe1a9b
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The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she 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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60fd0fc
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I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.
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Markus Zusak |
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8a56642
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I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.
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Markus Zusak |
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f29d935
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If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.
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Markus Zusak |
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f73dc10
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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 su..
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Markus Zusak |
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1aa4f14
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It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.
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Markus Zusak |
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b9ada85
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Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.
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966534b
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In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
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e42d7ef
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Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul 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.
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dab7875
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I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months. There was no anger or reproach. It was Papa who spoke. How did it look?" Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. "There were stars," he said. "They burned by eyes."
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stars
wwii
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3cb376f
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Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
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Markus Zusak |
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5835550
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Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.
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Markus Zusak |
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0acb232
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People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.
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60433fe
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Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel"
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e687aa9
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A book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water. "How about a kiss, Saumensch?" he said."
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d23ec89
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Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
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life
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Markus Zusak |
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8170222
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If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
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Markus Zusak |
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6ab65bb
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Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.
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Markus Zusak |
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4c7e3cf
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I'm just another stupid human.
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Markus Zusak |
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35d4c4e
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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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fathers
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Markus Zusak |
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33834c1
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You're a human, you should understand self-obsession.
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Markus Zusak |
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bd5adf1
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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 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. None of those things, however, came out of m..
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0a904e1
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It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.
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d830778
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You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.
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Markus Zusak |
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5b4364a
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No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
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Markus Zusak |
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edc8728
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When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
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Markus Zusak |
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0aa2087
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HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.
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fact
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Markus Zusak |
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aa22441
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It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.
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Markus Zusak |
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b08120a
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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.
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human
sons
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Markus Zusak |
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219e2ce
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for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.
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Markus Zusak |
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5cde6c8
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When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)"
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Markus Zusak |
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3e2c5a0
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All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.
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smartass
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Markus Zusak |
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11562fb
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It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. 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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04b600d
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What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy
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rudy
liesel
kisses
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Markus Zusak |
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09d1c0d
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They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
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war
death
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