Quotes About Book Thief

#1. I left drama school to do 'The Book Thief' - it was a real trip going straight from school kind of right into it, but I feel like the momentum of being in school put me in a good mindset as far as going into it as a learning experience.

Ben Schnetzer

#2. Like most misery, it started out with apparent happiness. - The Book Thief

Markus Zusak

#3. Her mouth jittered. Her cold arms were folded. Tears were frozen to the book thief's face.

Markus Zusak

#4. He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.
She was the book thief without the words.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.

Markus Zusak

#5. A statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard ... it's very rare, don't you think, for a statue to appear before it's subject has become famous?

Markus Zusak

#6. A NICE THOUGHT
One was a book thief.
The other stole the sky.

Markus Zusak

#7. When I found it amongst the book thief's words, I realised that we passed each other once in a while during that period, though neither of us scheduled a meeting. Personally, I had a lot of work to do. As for Hans, I think he was doing his best to avoid me.

Markus Zusak

#8. My friend Markus Zusak wrote a story from the point of view of death, 'The Book Thief.' I thought that's a great idea, where your omniscient narrator is death. I'm glad he had that idea because I wouldn't have been able to work so well with it.

Shaun Tan

#9. I saw the book thief three times.

Markus Zusak

#10. I tried not to sleep because I was afraid of who might be there when I woke up.

Markus Zusak

#11. I remember going into a bookshop, and the only book I saw with a black child on the cover was 'A Thief in the Village' by James Berry, and I thought, 'Is this still the state of publishing?' Then I thought, 'Either I can whine about it or try to do something about it.'

Malorie Blackman

#12. Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.

Markus Zusak

#13. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house

Markus Zusak

#14. You might well ask just what the hell he was thinking. The answer is, probably nothing at all.He'd probably say he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.

Markus Zusak

#15. The buildings appear to be glued together, mostly small houses and apartment blocks that looked nervous. There is murky snow spread out like carpet. There is concrete, empty hat-stand trees, and gray air.

Markus Zusak

#16. The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is
like a yellow hole ...

Markus Zusak

#17. If your eyes could speak, what would they say?.

Markus Zusak

#18. Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words.

Markus Zusak

#19. There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking,and there are soft,coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts

Markus Zusak

#20. I am haunted by human

Markus Zusak

#21. How could she ever know that someone would pick her story up and carry it with him everywhere?

Markus Zusak

#22. The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

Markus Zusak

#23. Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

Markus Zusak

#24. There's no greater thief than a bad book.

Anonymous

#25. Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

Markus Zusak

#26. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out, like the rain. (p. 85)

Markus Zusak

#27. He stood a few meters from the step and spoke with great conviction, great joy.
"Alles ist Scheisse," he announced.
All is shit.

Markus Zusak

#28. 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 Zusak

#29. The worst thief is a bad book

Ian Caldwell

#30. You hide a Jew. You pay. Somehow or other, you must.

Markus Zusak

#31. Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

Markus Zusak

#32. She could have shot herself, scratched herself or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option-to at least endure the discomfort of the weather.

Markus Zusak

#33. How many books had she touched?
How many had she felt?

Markus Zusak

#34. There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.

Markus Zusak

#35. Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?

Markus Zusak

#36. Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Mark Z. Danielewski

#37. When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

Markus Zusak

#38. An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.

Markus Zusak

#39. *** A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT ***
ABOUT RUDY STEINER
He didn't deserve to die the way he did.

Markus Zusak

#40. 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

#41. Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything anymore.

Markus Zusak

#42. He had what he called just a small ration of tools:
A painted book.
A handful of pencils.
A mindful of thoughts.
Like a simple puzzle, he put them together.

Markus Zusak

#43. Sometimes I arrive too early. I rush, and some people cling longer to life than expected.

Markus Zusak