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
wonder life-is convinced
Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
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.
teacher book writing
I certainly wasn't born with creative writing. Maybe there's a certain amount of learning and then it's up to the person. I think in the end it's your favourite books that are the best teachers. That's the way I've learned the most, by far.
book heart dark
On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy Steiner was robbery--so much life, so much to live for--yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He'd have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it all right. You see? Even death has a heart.
heart broke glad
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
misery
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
afraid creepy enjoying haunted humans irony loved work
The idea that he is haunted by what humans do I just loved that irony because we are all so afraid of dying. Originally, he was a very different voice. He was supercilious. He was enjoying his work too much and he would say creepy things, which is the obvious.
waiting sun
I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.
crazy sound knows
I've been a writer since I was 16. I didn't get published until I was 24. I know that sounds crazy.
friendship inspiring snow
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
monday sun
It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.
kids swings guilt
She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
beautiful
Can a wolfe be beautiful?
sleep eye silence
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.