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
trying firsts colour
First the colours. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.
humans
I am haunted by humans.
nice cheerful trust-me
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
faces coughing streams
It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.
unconditional-love matter recognition
No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
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.
ruins
He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
kind idiot arthur
Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
july cliffs rafters
July 24, 6:03 A.M. The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff... Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for wanting to live.
forests germany grows
He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.
mistake perfection feelings
It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them
kindness book taken
And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her.
brutality injury
The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.
old-friends acting care
It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.