Giacomuzzi Markus Quotes

One of the best things about her was that she actually acknowledged my existence. ~ Markus Zusak

The average man thinks about sex every tits seconds. ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

One wild card was yet to be played. ~ Markus Zusak

She was lost in pine and mountainside, her knuckles bony white. ~ Markus Zusak

Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. She dropped him. She saw his feet and legs and body slap the platform. ~ Markus Zusak

Personally, I think sex should be like math.
At school.
No one really cares if they're crap at math. They even proclaim it. They'll say to anyone, "Yeah, I don't mind science and English, but I'm absolutely shithouse at math." And other people will laugh and say,"Yeah, me too. I would have a clue about all that logarithm shit. You should be able to say that about sex too.
You should be proudly able to say, "Yeah I wouldn't have a clue about all that orgasm shit, ay. I'm okay at everything else but when it comes to that part I wouldn't have a clue. ~ Markus Zusak

There were stars. They burned my eyes. ~ Markus Zusak

Each boy stood, slouched yet stiff, hands in pockets. If the dog had pockets, she'd have had her paws in them, too, for sure. ~ Markus Zusak

How do you tell if someone is alive? You check for breathing. ~ Markus Zusak

Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either. ~ Markus Zusak

The stars set fire to my eyes. ~ Markus Zusak

Why is it so hard for many erotica authors to admit that erotica is porn? Everyone loves porn! ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

Once, words had rendered Liesel useless, but now, when she sat on the floor, with the mayor's wife at her husband's desk, she felt an innate sense of power. It happened every time she deciphered a new word or pieced together a sentence. ~ Markus Zusak

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant ... I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS. ~ Markus Zusak

I think 'The Lord Of The Rings' is the mother of all cult books, because you can be in that cult and not even know you're in it. ~ Markus Zusak

She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers ... She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on ... ~ Markus Zusak

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun. ~ Markus Zusak

Trump is a 12-year-old little asshole stuck in the body of a 70-year-old dumbfuck. ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

She remembered her books in the moments of worst sorrow, especially the ones that were made for her and the one that saved her life. ~ Markus Zusak

But as they walked on, they stopped several times, to listen. They thought they could hear voices and words behind them, on the word shaker's tree. ~ Markus Zusak

He's waking her in every moment.
Disturbing her.
Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time.
He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate noise of falling down and springing up, even though they don't want to. Refusal is pointless. Complaint has no use. Some crying crawls to the doorway where I stand. It hobbles out from the gap in the door and lands at my feet ~ Markus Zusak

The speed at which modern CPUs perform computations still blows my mind daily. ~ Markus Persson

... Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint. ~ Markus Zusak

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. ~ Markus Zusak

You're a dead man". I hear his voice again, and I see the words on my face when I get back in the cab and look in the rearview mirror.
It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence.
"A dead man", I think. He's not far wrong. ~ Markus Zusak

In that one stolen second, I considered the Glebe girl. She entered my mind like a burglar, them vanished again, taking nothing. It was like the humiliation of the past had been dragged instantly from my back and left somewhere on the ground. ~ Markus Zusak

Best friends one, and now we have almost nothing to say to each other. It was interesting, how he had joined those guys and I just stayed on my own. I didn't like it or dislike it. It was just funny that things had turned out that way. ~ Markus Zusak

God damn, you were so beautiful, Mama. ~ Markus Zusak

Food for thought: Every dead body on Mount Everest was once a highly motivated person. Stay lazy my friends. It may save your life one day. ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

We men really, really, really like sex. We like sex so much, many of us are willing to risk getting in serious trouble to get it. That's why laws against rape haven't stopped rape, and why laws against prostitution haven't stopped prostitution, and why men who cheat on their wives would continue to cheat even if it was illegal, and why gay men continue to be gay even in fundamentalist religious countries like Saudi Arabia, where homosexuality is punishable by death. ~ Oliver Markus Malloy

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too. ~ Markus Zusak

It's funny how when you watch people from a long distance, it all seems voiceless. It's like watching a silent movie. You guess what people say. You watch their mouths move and imagine the sounds of their feet hitting the ground. You wonder what they're talking about and, even more so, what they might be thinking ~ Markus Zusak

She often wished she was pale enough to disappear altogether. ~ Markus Zusak

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true. ~ Markus Zusak

Her knees entered the ground. Her moment had arrived. Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't - Within seconds, snow was carved into her skin. Frozen blood was cracked across her hands. Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She realized her mother had come back for her only when she felt the boniness of a hand on her shoulder. She was being dragged away. A warm scream filled her throat. ~ Markus Zusak

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. ~ Markus Zusak

Summer came.
For the book thief, everything was going nicely.
For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity's certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower. ~ Markus Zusak

He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness. ~ Markus Zusak

She was a girl with a mountain to climb. ~ Markus Zusak

I ... " He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack ... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.
There was no anger or reproach.
It was Papa who spoke.
How did it look?"
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. "There were stars," he said. "They burned by eyes. ~ Markus Zusak