Markus Zusak Quotes - Page 5

I could smell something. Fear.
I could taste it now.
It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out, like the rain. (p. 85)

She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life." The Book Thief

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.

the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers

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.

The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out...Soon they would be both in the war. One would be making bullets. The other would be shooting them.

1. The desperate Jews - their spirits in my lap as we sat on the roof, next to the steaming chimneys.
2. The Russian soldiers - taking only small amounts of ammunition, relying on the fallen for the rest of it.
3. The soaked bodies of a French coast - beached on the shingle and sand.

No one else could carry close to forty-five thousand people in such a short amount of time. Not in a million human years.

So many people chased after me in that time, calling my name, asking me to take them with me. Then there was the small percentage who called me casually over and whispered with their tightend voices.

Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection.

It’s all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won’t let anyone else do it. That’s when you get your back up and show loyalty.

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.

I'm just another stupid human.