Quotes by Markus Zusak

“It's much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.”

“Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want.""What's that, Ritchie?"His answer is simple."To want.”

“And when we finally stood up and turned to face the world, I could feel something climbing through me. I could feel it on its hands and knees inside me, rising up, rising up - and I smiled.I smiled...”

“A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.”

“the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers”

“It could be worse. I could be you.”

“Personally, I think sex should be like math.At school.No one really cares if they're crap at math. They even proclaim it. They'll say to anyone, "Yeah, I don't mind science and English, but I'm abs...”

“If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.”

“I love and hate this place because it is full of words.”

“They sat a few meters apart, speaking very rarely, and there was really only the noise of turning pages () Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel w...”

“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.”

“She kept watching the words. ”

“The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences. ”

“The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?”

“Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow, you realise that maybe in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world e...”

“At first, all is black and white.Black on white.That's where I'm walking, through pages.These pages.Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they ...”

“They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop f...”

“I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...”

“Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.”

“She couldn't tell exactly where the words came from. What mattered was that they reached her. They arrived and kneeled next to her bed.”