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You can't eat books, sweetheart.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 50
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
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You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
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***A KEY WORD*** Imagined
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Better that we leave the paint behind, Hans told her, than ever forget the music.
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A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.
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How about a kiss, Saumensch?
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Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
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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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No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
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There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life: 1. He would part his hair from the opposite side to everyone else. 2. He would make himself a small, strange mustache. 3. He would one day rule the world. ...Yes, the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words.
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The bombs were coming-and so was I.
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THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.
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Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.
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Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.
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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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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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My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
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She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.
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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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