Top 500 Markus Zusak Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.”

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302. “The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?”

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303. “God never says anything. You think you’re the only one he never answers?”

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304. “We all have our duties here. We all suffer. We all endure our setbacks for the greater good of mankind.”

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305. “Now I’ve changed things. I’ve left my own fingerprints on the world, no matter how small, and it’s upset the equilibrium of us.”

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306. “There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.”

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307. “I certainly wasn’t born with creative writing. Maybe there’s a certain amount of learning and then it’s up to the person. I think in the end it’s your favourite books that are the best teachers. That’s the way I’ve learned the most, by far.”

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308. “I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. My travels, what I saw in ’42. On the other hand, you’re a human – you should understand self-obsession.”

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309. “Her fingertips are made of love. When she speaks, her voice is made of love.”

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310. “Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.”

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311. “The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That’s what I love about being a writer of novels.”

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312. “I love and hate this place because it is full of words.”

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313. “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.”

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314. “There was also a rumor that later in the day, she walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange. Something about a kiss. Something about a Saumensch. How many times did she have to say goodbye?”

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315. “Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.”

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316. “My soul needs yours.”

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317. “It kind of depressed me to think a human could be so lonely that she would comfort herself with the company of appliances that whistle, and sit alone to eat.”

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318. “My own eyes try to sleep, but they don’t. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.”

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319. “I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It’s because you’re seeing it backwards.”

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320. “We skip the moments like stones.”

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321. “Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.”

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

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323. “When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.”

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324. “She enjoyed the small fragments of pain.”

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325. “The last thing I wanted was to look down at the stranded face of my teenager. A pretty girl. Her whole death was now ahead of her.”

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326. “But neither of us knows, because a fight’s worth nothing if you know from the start that you’re going to win it.”

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327. “Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.”

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328. “He’d probably say that he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.”

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

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330. “Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn’t feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.”

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331. “What good are the words?”

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332. “If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy’s confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? Who was there to soothe him as life’s rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?”

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333. “I’m compelled to continue on, because although it’s not true for every person on earth, it’s true for the vast majority – that death waits for no man – and if he does, he doesn’t usually wait very long.”

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334. “Living in Sydney, I’ve taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.”

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335. “The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages.”

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336. “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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337. “Again, Himmel Street was a trail of people, and again, Papa left his accordion. Rosa reminded him to take it, but he refused. ‘I didn’t take it last time,’ he explained, ‘and we lived.’ War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition.”

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338. “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?”

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339. “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.”

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340. “I like 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. They’re the best moments in a day of writing – when an image appears that you didn’t know would be there when you started work in the morning.”

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341. “Yes, I’m often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt – an immense leap of an attempt – to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it.”

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342. “I s’pose, I can’t have it all my own way, can I? You can’t drown in a person unless they let you.”

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343. “The buildings appear to be glued together, mostly small houses and apartment blocks that looked nervous. There is murky snow spread out like carpet. There is concrete, empty hat-stand trees, and gray air.”

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344. “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.”

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345. “I don’t really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn’t really. It’s just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary.”

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346. “I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That’s the smile I was smiling.”

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347. “I guess if editing doesn’t hurt, you’re probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it’s actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.”

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348. “I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

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349. “It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again. In there, somewhere, I still feel it.”

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350. “Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.”

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