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
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.
humans hunted
I am hunted by humans
waiting persons standing
I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.
morning stars dark
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.
friendship inspiring snow
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
monday sun
It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.
forever thirty standing
They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.
wife slippers noise
When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.