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.
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
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.
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.