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Even death has a heart.
Markus Zusak
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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
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Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.
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Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.
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Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
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I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.
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an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.
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Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
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But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.
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… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.
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And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.
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I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.
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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.
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It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.
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I love and hate this place because it is full of words.
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They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.
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I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her. Nothing, however, exits my mouth. How well do we really let ourselves know each other? There's a long quietness until I finally break it open. It reminds me of someone breaking bread and handing it out. In my case, I hand out a question to my friend.
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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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He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.
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Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
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Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.
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How about a kiss, Saumensch?
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