Top 500 Markus Zusak Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity’s certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.”

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252. “Tears were frozen to the book theif’s face.”

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253. “Steam was rising weirdly from his clothes. His hangover was visible. It heaved itself to his shoulders and sat there like a bag of wet cement.”

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254. “If I ever leave this place- I’ll make sure I’m better HERE first.”

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255. “Highlight: “Arschloch!” Papa yelped. “Liesel, give me some of that snow. A whole bucket!” For a few minutes, they all forgot. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house.”

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256. “At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?”

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257. “Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.”

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258. “The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see – the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on.”

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259. “Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.”

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260. “A statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard... it’s very rare, don’t you think, for a statue to appear before it’s subject has become famous?”

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261. “I see their ugly and their beauty, and wonder how the same thing can be both.”

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262. “Sometimes she sat against the wall, longing for the warm finger of paint to wander just once more down the side of her nose, or to watch the sandpaper texture of her papa’s hands. If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread out on top of it. It was the best time of her life.”

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263. “And then there’s the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can’t touch, or at lips that don’t smile at me. Or hips that don’t reach for me. And hearts that don’t beat for me.”

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264. “People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment.”

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265. “Never leave anything out to dry as the sun comes up for the new year.”

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266. “It’s also worthy of mention that every pattern has at least one small bias, and one day it will tip itself over or fall from one page to another.”

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267. “Grimly, she realized that clocks don’t make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.”

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268. “I did it on purpose.”

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269. “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.”

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270. “It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them.”

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271. “Words are life, Liesel.”

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272. “It was a Sunday, an arsonist sunrise.”

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273. “Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.”

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274. “It’s the story of one of those perpetual survivors- an expert at being left behind.”

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275. “How do you tell if something’s alive? You check for breathing.”

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276. “Mistakes, mistakes, it’s all I seem capable of at times.”

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277. “He walked from one end of the basement to the other, the lamplight magnifying his shadow. It turned him into a giant on the wall, walking back and forth. When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behind him, watching. Someone was always watching.”

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278. “I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.”

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279. “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?”

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280. “White light lowered itself into a boxing ring and a crowd stood and murmured – that magical sound of many people talking all at once. How could every person there have so much to say at the same time?”

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281. “It travelled and wondered, but it disclosed no answers. Not yet.”

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282. “Usually it was like spillage- cold and heavy, slippery and gray- but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes.”

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283. “She was a girl. In Nazi Germany. How fitting that she was discovering the power of words.”

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284. “It’s not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It’s just that you know the person better, and you know they don’t really care if you’re acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.”

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285. “Well, have you even tried again? You can’t just sit around waiting for the new world to take it with you. You have to go out and be part of it – despite your past mistakes.”

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286. “They’d been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.”

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287. “In a way, I wish I could be like that. You’d never worry or care about anything that really mattered. You’d be happy, in the same pitiful way someone like our friend Ritchie is. Nothing affects you, and you affect nothing.”

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288. “I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.”

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289. “There was sex, of course. Nakedness. Wall to wall, in and out of my thoughts. But when it was over it was her whispering voice I craved, and a human curled up in my arms.”

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290. “It was a nice dream, and an impossible one.”

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291. “It was a place nobody wanted to stay and look at, but almost everyone did. Shaped like a long, broken arm, the road contained several houses with lacerated windows and bruised walls. The Star of David was painted on their doors. Those houses were almost like lepers. At the very least, they were infected sores on the injured German terrain.”

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292. “Sometimes you go to the wrong place, but the right way comes and finds you.”

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293. “The flyscreen door slammed behind me. My feet dragged. I reached each arm into the jacket. Warm sleeves. Crumpled collar. Hands in pockets. Okay. I walked.”

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294. “I had many boxing matches with my brother in the backyard when we were younger, and I guess while other people abhor boxing for its brutality, I also have to admire anyone who climbs into the ring to face up to what could be the ultimate defeat.”

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295. “I however, try to enjoy every color I see the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same.”

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296. “Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.”

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297. “Crossword?” he would ask.”

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298. “One thing I’ve noticed about the Germans: They seem very fond of pigs.”

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299. “My voice is like a rumour. I’m not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.”

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300. “The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.”

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