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I'm not a writer who refuses to talk about a book until I've finished.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
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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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The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words.
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for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.
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They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.
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I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.
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Better that we leave the paint behind, Hans told her, than ever forget the music.
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But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.
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Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.
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Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
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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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The bombs were coming-and so was I.
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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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Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.
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The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
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Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
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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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Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
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The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.
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