an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.
Markus ZusakI'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.
Markus ZusakYou can kill a man with those words.
No gun.
No bullets.
Just words and a girl.
Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.
Markus ZusakWhat good are the words?
Markus ZusakPersonally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry.
Yes. I like that a lot.
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Late in February, she stood on Munich Street and watched a single giant cloud come over the hills like a white monster. It climbed the mountains. The sun was eclipsed, and in its place, a white beast with a gray heart watched the town.
Markus ZusakOf course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.
Markus ZusakThey say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, 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.
Markus ZusakSummer 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.
Tags: death holocaust jews shower
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