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
running trying remember
Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?
running winning years
He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.
running laughing moments
We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.
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.
running book reading
For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw visions of the whistler running from the scene. Liesel did not. The book thief saw only the mechanics of the words--their bodies stranded on the paper, beaten down for her to walk on. Somewhere, too, in the gaps between a period and the next capital letter, there was also Max. She remembered reading to him when he was sick. It he in the basement? she wondered. Or is he stealing a glimpse of the sky again?
running men thinking
A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
running reality laughing
Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do.
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.
books books-and-reading step teenage
So many teenage books say, 'This is in your voice, this is about you,' and that's great. We really need that. But we also need books that say, 'This is also for you, but you need to come up here, to step up to this.
book books-and-reading piece small
I feel like every other book has been a small piece of me. This is every piece of me.
child gem love page playing
I like the idea that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing - that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around.
book time written
It's the first time I've been really worried. It's the first time I've written a book and thought, 'Can I do a better book?' I don't know if I can.
book clearly dr fire memory sky visual
I've got every Dr Seuss book there is. Everything was red, like the sky was on fire. That was a memory that I could see really clearly as a child, a very visual image.
trying firsts colour
First the colours. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.