Markus Zusak
Markus Zusak
Markus Frank Zusak,is an Australian writer. He is best known for The Book Thief and The Messenger, two novels for young adults which have been international best-sellers. He won the annual Margaret Edwards Award in 2014 for his contribution to young-adult literature published in the US...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth23 June 1975
CountryAustralia
love heartbreak sadness
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
mistake heart moon
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.
dad father hero
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.
writing skulls giving
You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
hate believe love-hate
Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.
writing pages fists
Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
cost novel
The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.
boys color hair
... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
running morning winter
As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
fighter winner
A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.
dad children writing
As a child in Sydney, my German Mum and my Austrian Dad would spontaneously tell me stories about what they saw and what they did as children. It was like a piece of Europe coming into our house... Those stories led me to my writing.
friendship inspiring snow
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
forever thirty standing
They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.
ruins
He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.