Top 500 Markus Zusak Quotes (2024 Update)
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451. “His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.”

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452. “So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on top of each other. There is air like plastic, a horizon like setting glue. There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking, and there are soft, coal-coloured clouds, beating, like black hearts. And then. There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.”

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453. “They were virtuosos of alliteration and didn’t know it.”

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454. “She couldn’t ever see how broken he was, while the rest of us stood and watched them. She was in jeans, bare feet and T-shirt, and maybe that’s what finished us off. She looked just like a Dunbar boy. With that haircut she was one of us.”

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455. “No snapping, slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.”

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456. “There was guilt for enjoying anything. Especially the joy of forgetting.”

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457. “Around six-thirty, Rory was across the street, leaning against a telegraph pole, smiling just for laughs; the world was filthy, and so was he. After a short search, he pulled a long strand of girls’ hair from his mouth. Whoever she was, she was out there somewhere, she lay open-legged in Rory’s head. A girl we’ll never know, or see.”

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458. “I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.”

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459. “There were reasons to leave, and reasons to stay, and all of it was the same.”

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460. “That’s typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.”

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461. “At times, it makes me want to stop and stay. Stay for ever.”

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462. “Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would always appear midscream, and he would not leave.”

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463. “I like to tell students, ‘I didn’t burst on to the literary scene.’ I’m never good at things at the beginning. I was terrible at the start. I need to work and work.”

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464. “Steve, on the other hand, has plenty of friends, but he wouldn’t bleed for any of them, because he wouldn’t trust them to bleed for him. In that way he’s just as alone as me.”

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465. “What is it about the sound of clapping hands? Why does it seem like an ocean of sound, breaking like waves on top of you? Why does it make a tide turn in you? Maybe it’s because it’s one of the most noble things humans do with their hands. I mean, humans make fists with their hands. They use them to hurt each other and steal things. When humans clap, it’s the one time they stand together and applaud other humans. I think they’re there to keep things. They hold moments together, to remember.”

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466. “Tradition can be a dirty word, especially around Christmas. Families all over the globe get together and enjoy each other’s company for all of a few minutes. For an hour, they endure each other. After that, they just manage to stomach each other.”

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467. “They were eating in the kitchen. Looking at the spoonfuls of pea soup entering Mama’s mouth, she decided to shift her focus to Papa. “There’s something.”

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468. “God damn, you were so beautiful, Mama.”

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469. “Papa grinned and pointed at the girl. “Book, sandpaper, pencil,” he ordered her, “and accordion!” once she was already gone. Soon, they were on Himmel Street, carrying the words, the music, the washing.”

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470. “Carey liked the fact that Michelangelo had had his nose broken as a teenager, for being too much of a smart mouth; a reminder that he was human. A badge of imperfection.”

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471. “It could be worse. I could be you.”

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472. “She didn’t overreact. It may have crossed her mind to march down to the woman responsible for sending this charity shitbox, but she didn’t. She swallowed the glint of anger. She packed it into her prim-and-proper voice, and like her son, moved on.”

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473. “Make sure you live,′ she said. ‘As decent as you can. I know you’ll make mistakes, but sometimes you’re meant to, okay?”

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474. “Apesadumbrada, se dio cuenta de que los relojes no suenan a nada que se parezca siquiera a un tictac, sino al ruido que hace un martillo, arriba y abajo, golpeando una y otra vez contra el suelo. El sonido de una sepultura.”

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475. “He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.”

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476. “Burning words were torn from their sentences.”

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477. “There were great big shrugs of breath of him...”

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478. “He was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent-postured, he was broken.”

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479. “You’re far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.”

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

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481. “His eyes were the color of agony...”

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482. “I think ‘The Lord Of The Rings’ is the mother of all cult books, because you can be in that cult and not even know you’re in it.”

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483. “Each boy stood, slouched yet stiff, hands in pockets. If the dog had pockets, she’d have had her paws in them, too, for sure.”

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484. “On Friday a statement arrived to say that Hans Hubermann was to be drafted into the German army. A member of the Party would be happy to play a role in the war effort, it concluded. If he wasn’t, there would certainly be consequences.”

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485. “The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy’s face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.”

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486. “To most people, Hans Hubermann was barely visible. An un-special person. Certainly, his painting skills were excellent. His musical ability was better than average. Somehow, though, and I’m sure you’ve met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticeable.”

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487. “As far as dispositions go, hers wasn’t really enviable, although she had a good record with foster kids in the past.”

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488. “He was built like a very small supermarket: Compact; expensive if you crossed him.”

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489. “You know, they say that there are countless saints who have nothing to do with church and almost no knowledge of God. But they say God walks with those people without them ever knowing it.”

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490. “She tried to reassemble herself, to resemble herself...”

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491. “In bed, she read with Papa, who could tell something was wrong. It was the first time in a month that he’d come in and sat with her, and she was comforted, if only slightly. Somehow, Hans Hubermann always knew what to say, when to stay, and when to leave her be. Perhaps Liesel was the one thing he was a true expert at.”

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492. “El silencio siempre era la mayor de las tentaciones.”

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493. “It took three attempts to leave.”

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494. “Writing is always difficult, but easier with something to say.”

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495. “Returning and being let in: Two very different things.”

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496. “We run straight through the laughter of the night.”

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497. “The sound of the accordion was, in fact, also the announcement of safety.”

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498. “You will be caked in your own body.”

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499. “We admit to almost everything, and the almost is all that counts.”

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500. “You’re an idiot-but you’re our kind of idiot. Come on.”

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