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The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
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Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.
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If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.
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How does it feel, anyway? How does what feel? When you take one of those books? At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. Well? he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.
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Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
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It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.
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I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.
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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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We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.
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Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?
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The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.
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How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.
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You can't eat books, sweetheart.
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Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
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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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It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
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It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.
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Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.
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It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
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To me the question is always this: if a ray of light came out of the sky and said, Your next book will never be published - would you still write it? If the answer is yes, the book is worth writing.
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