Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children.
Markus ZusakOnly in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.
Markus ZusakPeople observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours.
Markus ZusakThe days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.
Markus ZusakI watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
Markus ZusakThe water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.
Markus ZusakThe flyscreen door is torn at the edges. Fraying. I open it and knock on the wood. The sound rhymes with my heartbeat.
Markus ZusakWhen we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.
Markus ZusakOutside is dark.
The kitchen light is loud.
It deafens me as I walk towards it.
To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: “Get it done, get it done.” So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
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