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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 634db51 | I however, try to enjoy every color I see the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 786936f | 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. | mystery | Markus Zusak | |
| f6e0151 | No snapping, slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 90d8648 | the moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c596b4d | No one's urine smells as good as your own. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d052447 | Sebbene qualcosa dentro di lei le dicesse che era un delitto (dopo tutto, tre libri erano la sua proprieta piu preziosa), era costretta a guardarli andare a fuoco. Non poteva farci nulla. Suppongo che gli uomini amino assistere a un po' di distruzione: castelli di sabbia, castelli di carte, si comincia cosi. La loro grande dote e la capacita di progredire. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d8bb660 | It's funny how when you watch people from a long distance, it all seems voiceless. It's like watching a silent movie. You guess what people say. You watch their mouths move and imagine the sounds of their feet hitting the ground. You wonder what they're talking about and, even more so, what they might be thinking. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 654b497 | It was a place nobody wanted to stay and look at, but almost everyone did. Shaped like a long, broken arm, the road contained several houses with lacerated windows and bruised walls. The Star of David was painted on their doors. Those houses were almost like lepers. At the very least, they were infected sores on the injured German terrain. | jews-germany star-of-david | Markus Zusak | |
| a7d63ff | Nothing affects you, and you affect nothing. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e2221f3 | Highlight: "Arschloch!" Papa yelped. "Liesel, give me some of that snow. A whole bucket!" For a few minutes, they all forgot. 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." | Markus Zusak | ||
| f4628a9 | It's also worthy of mention that every pattern has at least one small bias, and one day it will tip itself over or fall from one page to another. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8e1af7a | I see their ugly and their beauty, and wonder how the same thing can be both. | Markus Zusak | ||
| cbf6e9f | sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls. | human-nature | Markus Zusak | |
| 1d1c52b | 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. None of those things, however, came o.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1ddbd67 | She especially loved to see him hit the silver, sparkled button--the C major.) The accordion's scratched yet shiny black exterior came back and forth as his arms squeezed the dusty bellows, making it suck in the air and throw it back out. In the kitchen on those mornings, Papa made the accordion live. I guess it makes sense, when you really think about it. How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5ef05dc | Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine. | war | Markus Zusak | |
| ad68e6f | Mama's] voice was surprisingly calm and caring. As you can imagine, this worried the girl a great deal. She'd have preferred to hear them arguing. Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence. | whispering | Markus Zusak | |
| 29eaf22 | Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destruccion a pequena escala. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 859dc72 | Max, Hans, and Rosa I cannot account for, but I know that Liesel Meminger was thinking that if the bombs ever landed on Himmel Street, not only did Max have less chance of survival than everyone else, but he would die completely alone. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f9c64df | That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.) | Markus Zusak | ||
| 28374d8 | the dark, the light. What's the difference | Markus Zusak | ||
| b7e602a | In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif'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. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 136cb96 | I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, house of cards, that's where they begin. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ae5f890 | As the density subsided, the rollcall of names limped through the ruptured streets, sometimes ending with an ash-filled embrace, or a knelt-down howl of grief. They accumulated, hour by hour, like sweet and sour dreams waiting to happen. The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the art of forgetting. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ac4c64f | 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. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2ce8049 | The last thing I wanted was to look down at the stranded face of my teenager. A pretty girl. Her whole death was now ahead of her. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1d116e4 | As she rode, she tried to tell herself something. / You don't deserve to be this happy, Liesl. You really don't. / Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another internal, infernal human trick? | hope life | Markus Zusak | |
| c843be8 | As for me, I remained a few moments longer. I waved. No one waved back. | Markus Zusak | ||
| bff9126 | How do you give someone a piece of sky? | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5d20dad | they were able to see the pink bars of light on the snowy banks of Himmel Street's rooftops. "Look at the colors," Papa said. It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7ae9fe2 | He's fighting the world." And now, I watch as the underdog in the middle of the circle fights on and stands and falls and returns to his haunches and feet and fights on again. He fights on, no matter how hard he hits the ground. He gets up. Some people cheer him. Others laugh now and rubbish him. Feeling comes out of me. I watch. My eyes swell, and burn. "Can he win?" I ask it, and now, I too cannot take my eyes off the boy in the circle." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 380e77a | She had her whole death ahead of her | thief | Markus Zusak | |
| 6cbbcef | Around six-thirty, Rory was across the street, leaning against a telegraph pole, smiling just for laughs; the world was filthy, and so was he. After a short search, he pulled a long strand of girls' hair from his mouth. Whoever she was, she was out there somewhere, she lay open-legged in Rory's head. A girl we'll never know, or see. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 698a325 | Se puede robar la felicidad? ?O es solo otro infernal truco humano? | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3253dc9 | Achilles. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8f22537 | I walk out into the foyer. It's caked in sunshine. | Markus Zusak | ||
| cbcd679 | There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9068bae | But now those thoughts weren't thoughts at all, they were clouds of landed punches, and every one fell true. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 516f14a | I notice a deliberate change in my brother. He's harder. He has a switch, and once a fight comes near, he flicks it and he is no longer my brother Rube. He's a machine. | fighting-ruben-wolfe | Markus Zusak | |
| ae3d1f2 | Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words. | germany liesel-meminger markus-zusak the-book-thief | Markus Zusak | |
| cd048ca | This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black curtain. | despair dust emptiness nothing space weakness | Gustave Flaubert | |
| e4006f8 | Those who were beginning to grow old had an air of youth, while there was something mature in the faces of the young. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| d616bbf | Ce qu'il ne comprenait pas, c'etait tout ce trouble dans une chose aussi simple que l'amour. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 3aa230b | Ona oyle geliyordu ki, tipki filan yerde yetisip falan yerde yetismeyen bitkiler gibi, mutluluk denen bitkiyi de ancak dunyanin belirli bazi yerleri yetistirebilirdi. | Gustave Flaubert |