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
writing pages fists
Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
running morning winter
As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
teenager sound wanted
When I was a teenager I decided I was going to be a writer and that nothing was going to stop me. It sounds almost villainous. But I knew that was what I wanted.
feelings feels handle
Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.
motivational book special
Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.
morning lying steps
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
sad pain thinking
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
life death heart
Even death has a heart.
thinking giving creative
I think, as the writer, you're always going to mourn something [left out of a film]. But you also just want to know there's a good reason for it being left out. On the whole, you want to give something to somebody creative. The worst thing you can do is say, "Here, be creative, but do it like I want you to do it." I was always very mindful of that.
book next
As always, one of her books was next to her.
book race brutality
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
skills house-of-cards watches
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
reminding knows dies
I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.
book writing
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.