Markus Zusak Quotes About Books

Quotes about: Books

• I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Writing

• As always, one of her books was next to her.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Next

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.93, RH Childrens Books

• I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Race, Thieves

  "The Book Thief". Book by Markus Zusak, 2005.

• 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.

  Markus Zusak

  Morning, Children, Book

  Markus Zusak (2016). “The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.435, Random House

• Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

  Markus Zusak

  Motivational, Book, Special

• She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!

  Markus Zusak

  Beautiful, Wall, Book

  Markus Zusak (2016). “The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.100, Random House

• Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. 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.

  Markus Zusak

  Summer, Book, Doors

• One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

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  Book, Sky, Thieves

  Markus Zusak (2014). “Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger”, p.383, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• To me the question is always this: if a ray of light came out of the sky and said, "Your next book will never be published - would you still write it?" If the answer is yes, the book is worth writing.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Writing, Light

  Interview with Sarah Kinson, www.theguardian.com. March 28, 2008.

• I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

  Markus Zusak

  Lying, Book, Heart

  "The Book Thief". Book by Markus Zusak, 2005.

• He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. 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 rain.

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  Patience, Crazy, Rain

  Markus Zusak (2016). “The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.62, Random House

• On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy Steiner was robbery--so much life, so much to live for--yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He'd have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it all right. You see? Even death has a heart.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Heart, Dark

• You can't eat books, sweetheart.

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  Book, Sweetheart

  Markus Zusak (2014). “Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger”, p.158, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Thinking, Two

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.243, RH Childrens Books

• A book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water. “How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.

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  Book, Kissing, Boys

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.241, RH Childrens Books

• Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.

  Markus Zusak

  Reading, Book, Men

  Markus Zusak (2007). “I Am the Messenger”, p.211, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.

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  Book, Great Book, Greatest Book

  Markus Zusak (2016). “The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.117, Random House

• When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Boys, Fists

• How does it feel, anyway?" How does what feel?" When you take one of those books?" At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?" he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Boys, Feel Good

• The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Careers, Thieves

• When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.

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  Book, Writing, Mean

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.30, RH Childrens Books

• She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Feel Better, Orange

  Markus Zusak (2016). “The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.387, Random House

• The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Important, Matter

• Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. 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.

  Markus Zusak

  Book, Kissing, Lips

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.303, RH Childrens Books

• 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?

  Markus Zusak

  Running, Book, Reading

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