Markus Zusak’s “The Book Thief” Quotes (140 Quotes)
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- At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- 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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- In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them--until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet...
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. She dropped him. She saw his feet and legs and body slap the platform.
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- She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.
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- The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
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- Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.
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- You're a human, you should understand self-obsession.
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains…
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- In the written words of the book thief herself, the journey continued like everything had happened.
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- She didn't see him watching as he played, having no idea that Hans Hubermann's accordion was a story. In the times ahead, that story would arrive at 33 Himmel Street in the early hours of morning, wearing ruffled shoulders and a shivering jacket. It would carry a suitcase, a book, and two questions. A story. Story after story. Story within story.
(Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief")
- The bombs were coming-and so was I.
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