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
feet suffering max
In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them--until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet...
years towns audrey
I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.
eye voice looks
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.
cities people city-streets
There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.
girl men gun
You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
eye cutting blood
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.
heart dark rubble
Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.
begging-you asking mouths
I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.
running time thinking
It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.
destruction all-smiles
And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
ugly stories brilliant
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.
july cliffs rafters
July 24, 6:03 A.M. The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff... Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for wanting to live.
men dying answers
for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.
soul eternity belts
I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.