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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.)

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
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She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
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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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An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
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Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. 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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The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.
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Better that we leave the paint behind, Hans told her, than ever forget the music.
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If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
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I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.
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The happening that happened was that I met this girl.
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I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.
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I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.
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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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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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Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
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Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.
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It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.
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The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.
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The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
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Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky, dark, dark chocolate.
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If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.
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