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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3d3f60a | Fingers touch the pages. They turn me. I continue on. I always do. All is big. The | Markus Zusak | ||
| ab4beee | The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hands to touch. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 186a471 | Still, I walk on, through a dream that takes me through these pages. I | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6acd7b5 | This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 424f051 | To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, 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. Often," | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6965a86 | I have hated the words andI have loved them,and I hope I have made them right. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e7ceab3 | 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. | Markus Zusak | ||
| fc0f4c5 | Do you still play the accordian? | question | Markus Zusak | |
| ec4e3fd | Keep going. You're a mess and you're happy. | persistence life | Markus Zusak | |
| ce38bc7 | The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences. On the other side, beyond the blurry heat, it was possible to see the brownshirts and swastikas joining hands. You didn't see people. Only uniforms and signs. Birds above did laps. They circled,somehow attracted to the glow - until they came too close to the heat. Or was it the humans? Certainly, the heat was nothing. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7295ed9 | When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing. | spirit healing | Markus Zusak | |
| f704f0f | P]ersonally, I don't think you want to argue with me. A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please be calm, despite that previous threat, I am all bluster- I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 74a45f3 | No crime in wanting a little more, | Markus Zusak | ||
| b2d6d34 | El era al doilea om de zapada care se topea sub ochii ei, dar acesta era diferit. Era un paradox. Cu cat devenea mai frig, cu atat mai repede se topea. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5150240 | Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. | Markus Zusak the Messenger | ||
| 0a7fe3e | the passengers slid out as if from a torn package. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c555a51 | fact, you could say that Rosa Hubermann had a face decorated with constant fury. That was how the creases were made in the cardboard texture of her complexion. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 791b4f8 | cigarette, flipped it on the table, and began on another. "Just like this." That was when Mama finished her soup with a clank, suppressed a cardboard burp, and answered for him. "That Saukerl," she said. "You know what he did? He rolled up all of his filthy cigarettes, went to the market when it was in town, and traded them with some gypsy." "Eight cigarettes per book." Papa shoved one to his mouth, in triumph. He lit up and took in the smo.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 481e8fd | THE FILES OF RECOLLECTION* * * Oh, yes, I definitely remember him The sky was murky and deep like quicksand. There was a young man parceled up in barbed wire, like a giant crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to our knees. It was just another day, 1918. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 44df55e | The minutes were cruel. Hours were punishing. Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn't hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. What great malice there could be in allowing something to live. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f036e05 | For now, Rudy and Liesel made their way onto Himmel Street in the rain. 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 the rain. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e246b65 | e impeccabile il modo in cui la verita puo essere brutale, a volte. Non si puo che ammirarla. Di solito ce ne andiamo in giro tentando di convincere noi stessi: "sto bene", diciamo. "e tutto ok". Ma a volte la verita ti piomba addosso, e non puoi liberartene. e in quei momenti che ti rendi conto che talvolta non e nemmeno una risposta...ma una domanda." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 08aeb06 | The road was icy as it was, but Rudy put on the extra coat, barely able to contain a grin. It ran across his face like a skid. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ebda81d | If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4b7aee2 | No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c6ea224 | She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books. Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had vanished. She'd seen Frau Diller leave (very satisfied) and Pfiffikus (white hair, a Nazi uniform, the same dilapidated shoes, and a triumphant whistle). Now there was nothing but cleaning up, and soon, no one would ever imagine it had happened... | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9cb9efe | He steps on my heart. He makes me cry. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0251533 | Jesse Owens?" Mr. Steiner was the type of man who was very wooden. His voice was angular and true. His body was tall and heavy, like oak. His hair was like splinters. "What about him?" | Markus Zusak | ||
| 421f0a5 | group of Steiners and Liesel walked past some shop windows and the imposing town hall, which in later years would be chopped off at the knees and buried. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6caf6af | Rudy was interested, and confused. The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4f37bdd | My full name's Ed Kennedy. I'm nineteen. I'm an underage cab driver. I'm typical of many of the young men you see in this suburban outpost of the city- not a whole lot of prospects or possibility. 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 to-the-point | Markus Zusak | |
| 4e593c9 | A final dirty joke. Another human punch line | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8ee388b | Once around the | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4dd0731 | Ensin varit. Sitten ihmiset. Silla tavoin mina yleena asiat naen. Tai ainakin yritan. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3ba0d44 | By the way--I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.) | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5bb6aed | It felt as though the while globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a jumper. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 820f874 | When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started not just to mean something, but everything. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 911b4c2 | He would wink at the girl and, clumsily, she'd wink back. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3a6d11b | One seat, two men, a short argument and me. It kills me sometimes, how people die. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6e90188 | She seemed to collect the words in her hand, pat them together and hurl them across the table. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 11f60df | and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. | Markus Zusak | ||
| bd52b8a | War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0f213b1 | Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3934386 | They accumulated, hour by hour, like sweet and sour dreams, waiting to happen. | Markus Zusak |