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The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Brutality
Injury
Words

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When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist in his face. (31.26)
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Even death has a heart.
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I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
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You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things. Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. How, though? Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
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Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.
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The silence was always the greates temptation.
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You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.
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If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.
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Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.
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Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.
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The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs.
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I certainly wasn't born with creative writing. Maybe there's a certain amount of learning and then it's up to the person. I think in the end it's your favourite books that are the best teachers. That's the way I've learned the most, by far.
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Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
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It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.
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A happening was looming. It was out there somewhere beyond the regular enclosed life that I had been living. It was out there, not waiting, but existing. Being. Perhaps it was only slightly wondering if I would come to it.
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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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Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
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When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.
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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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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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