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
loneliness thinking salad
I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.
death people sometimes
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
sky cities way
Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down.
jobs sleep ideas
My friends ... they usually rib me about how I just sleep in and watch Oprah and that I don't really have a proper job. I've given up arguing now, so I just agree with them, even though half the time I realise I've started work before they have. Still, it's best to keep the romantic idea alive. If they call around midday and ask if they woke me, I always say yes.
mirrors finding-yourself looks
You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. find yourself a mirror while I continue.
player sick rumor
The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you've heard rumors that he might be injured or sick-but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, ready to take the field.
tonight alive dies
If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.
calm reassuring violent
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.
dream max carrier
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
moving blood flow
When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.
inspiration guy like-you
If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
men brutes dues
Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)
want made howl
How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
blood air southern
Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.