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
tired heart years
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
firsts ifs
If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.
water forget handful
Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.
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.
mistake perfection feelings
It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them
silence temptation
The silence was always the greates temptation.
stupid boys fists
When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.
book two yellow
All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew, and one was delivered by a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon.
dark scar remember
Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.
book mean writing
When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
beautiful beautiful-women existence
Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
suicide rafters
He killed himself for wanting to live.
lots-of-friends idiot observation
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
writing my-best-friend tests
Failure has been my best friend as a writer. It tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through.