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
happiness waiting stones
But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.
ruins
He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
two luck important
After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through. ***TWO QUESTIONS*** Would the gates shut behind her? Or would they have the goodwill to let her back out? As Liesel would discover, a good thief requires many things. Stealth. Nerve. Speed. More important than any of those things, however, was one final requirement. Luck. Actually. Forget the ten minutes. The gates open now.
kids swings guilt
She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
doors hands feet
The flyscreen door slammed behind me. My feet dragged. I reached each arm into the jacket. Warm sleeves. Crumpled collar. Hands in pockets. Okay. I walked.
queens real beauty-queen
Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.
girl teenage night
She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)
girl missing want
I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.
dark night sun
...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.
kind idiot arthur
Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
heart jigsaw-puzzles color
It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprises. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. Which in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever the hour and color. It’s the story of one of those perpetual survivors –an expert at being left behind.
soul eternity belts
I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
being-ignored thrill ignored
The thrill of being ignored!
beautiful
Can a wolfe be beautiful?