"I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life."
                
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            Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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Quotes by Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
"Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced."
"***A KEY WORD*** Imagined"
"So much good, so much evil. Just add water."
"As always, one of her books was next to her."
"A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)"
"A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me."
"He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry."
"Even death has a heart."
"Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die."
"A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship."
"I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even 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...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS."
"If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive."
"Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day."
"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."
"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."
"I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even 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...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS."
"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."
"If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter."
"Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?"