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 ZusakTags: beat smile touch sickness hearts legs hips reach lips
The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.
Markus ZusakTags: hate cops feel-sorry
We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for.
That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?
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She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
Markus ZusakTags: laughter sadness loneliness
God, there were so many of them.
So many sets of dying eyes and scuffing feet.
Have me," they said, and there was no stopping them. They were frightened, no question, but they were not afraid of me. It was a fear of messing up and having to face themselves again, and facing the world, and the likes of you.
There was nothing I could do.
They had too many ways, they were too resourceful - and when they did it too well, whatever their chosen method, I was in no position to refuse.
I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.
Markus ZusakTags: life secrets chosen intersect
Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?
Markus ZusakTags: live decent make-mistakes
If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.
Markus ZusakShadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
Markus ZusakTags: sun water shadows holes cloud forgot
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