Quotes by Markus Zusak

The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help.

You’ll have days of complete lack of faith in your abilities. But you have to keep coming back. That’s when you know you’re a writer – when you take the failures and appear at the desk again, over and over again.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

That’s when I have to ask him. “Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?”“What? Because I’m a priest?” He finishes the dregs of his coffee. “Sure. God knows what’s important.

He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness.

He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

If I ever leave this place-Ill make sure Im better HERE first.

The only people we want to blame are ourselves, because it will be ourselves that we rely upon.

... tried praying for him ...but I couldnt. I just couldnt. Dont ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldnt summon the strength to pray for it.

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

The thing is, I dont even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.

That was when the world wasnt so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and its beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because its shared and taken and fought for.Thats the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?

There was an itchy lung for a last cigarette and an immense, magnetic pull toward the basement, for the girl who was his daughter and was writing a book down there he hoped to read one day. Liesel. His soul whispered it as I carried him. But there was no Liesel in that house. Not for me, anyway.

Sometimes people are beautifulNot in looksNot in what they sayJust in what they are

You know, she begins, you fellas ought to be looking after each other. Her comment makes me realise that through the lies, the greatest irony is that we are looking out for each other. Its just that in the end, were letting her down. Thats what injures us.

It feels nice to emerge from the lies.

I dont want to stand in naked silence, pathetically unaware of how to be.

sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

There are pieces of me on the ground.