July 24, 6:03 A.M.
The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff...
Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing.
He killed himself for wanting to live.
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)
Markus ZusakTag: the-book-thief
She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)
Markus ZusakTag: the-book-thief
Just give hime five more minutes and he would surely fall into the German gutter and die. They would all let him, and they would all watch.
Then, one human.
Hans Hubermann.
How 'bout a kiss, Saumensch?" -- Rudy Steiner
Markus ZusakYou're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.
Markus ZusakI want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.
Markus Zusak...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.
Markus ZusakWarily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk?
Markus ZusakShe even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love.
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