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
suicide rafters
He killed himself for wanting to live.
cowardice glad acknowledgment
But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
mistake fall car
For a moment, I panic. It's that feeling of falling when you know without question, that you've lost control of your car, or made a mistake that's beyond repair. 'What do I do now?' I ask desperately. 'Tell me! What do I do now?' He remains calm. He looks at me closely and says, 'Keep living, Ed... It's only the pages that stop here.
couple night men
The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.
long faces watches
I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
night day-and-night feels
The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.
awful
Everything was good. But it was awful, too.
jesus want arthur
Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.
want made howl
How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
self obsession should
You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.
smart arses ask-me
All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.
kissing kiss-me want
What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy
attractive competence
Competence was attractive.
stars eye two
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.