Top 100 Quotes About Markus
#1. Walking away from her ... Now that was a whole different section of the bookstore.
-Markus, Dark Desires at Midnight
Jessica Lee
#2. You both sicken me. (Markus)
It's what I live for ... Father. Your eternal disgust succors me like mother's milk. (Fang)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#3. 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
#4. In my day we let the wolfswans incapable of birthing our young die. (Markus)
Then it's a good thing we're in the twenty-first century and not the Dark Ages, isn't it? (Fang)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#5. Overhead lights flickered on and off.
"It is closing soon," Markus explained.
"Now is what I call tiger time. The great beasts pad about, eyeing one another, trying to make up their minds at last.
Caleb Crain
#6. charge of a six-person team that you belong to. You walked in just as I was daydreaming, and I didn't grasp the real situation at that moment." "But that moment was the realest of my life," protested Markus without thinking. It had come right out of his heart.
David Foenkinos
#7. Between his legs was his enormous cock - mmm, even at half-mast Markus was huge, with a thick shaft and long length most men would envy. His balls were large and meaty - so lickable.
Kate Kent
#8. I collect my thoughts as if they will stain me, murder me, and then resurrect me.
Markus Zusak, When Dogs Cry
Markus Zusak
#9. The narration had lasted for the better part of an hour despite Markus's increasingly frequent and obvious glances at his Swiss watch, and left all the others in a strange combination of spellbound, bored, horrified, and bemused.
Neal Stephenson
#10. Markus's mind jumped straight to the most obvious explanation: Is the president nuking people again?
Neal Stephenson
#11. Man, she was a mess when it came to Markus. She was also in jeopardy of losing her heart to the man, or having it broken into a billion pieces.
Lia Davis
#12. I guess people feel like they kind of know me. The game developer me, or the Twitter persona, that's Notch. It's a censored version. The real me is Markus.
Markus Persson
#13. I'll deal with you later. In my bed. Gwen met Markus's gaze as he spoke those words telepathically. Heat spread through her like wildfire. Biting her lower lip, she thought back to him, I look forward to it.
Lia Davis
#14. Every atom of Markus melted into intense pleasure. And at the center of this ecstatic realm, his heart leapt with joy throughout his entire body.
David Foenkinos
#15. I suppose I should say something negative about vampires living in sin," Father Markus said, "but that seems to be the least of your problems.
MaryJanice Davidson
#16. Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
Markus Zusak
#17. First the colours.
Then the humans.
That's usually how I see things.
Or at least, how I try.
Markus Zusak
#18. Having conquered not only the work at hand, but the
Markus Zusak
#19. You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
Markus Zusak
#20. I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness.
Markus Zusak
#21. Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt - an immense leap of an attempt - to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it.
Markus Zusak
#22. The only think worse than a boy who hates you; a boy who loves you.
Markus Zusak
#23. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
Markus Zusak
#25. I like the idea that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing - that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around.
Markus Zusak
#26. It's lucky I was there. Then again, who am I kidding? I'm in most places at least once, and in 1943, I was just about everywhere.
Markus Zusak
#28. Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.
Markus Zusak
#29. 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
#31. Sometimes she would whisper the word Mama and see her mother's face a hundred times in a single afternoon.
Markus Zusak
#32. We don't need a point, son. We're juvenile, we're dirty, we don't have girls, we have noses full of snot, throats sore as hell, we've got scabs on us, we suffer bouts of acne, we've got no girls ... What more reasons do we need?
Markus Zusak
#33. A woman of wire had laid herself down, her scream traveling the street, till it fell sideways like a rolling coin starved of momentum.
Markus Zusak
#34. She 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.
Markus Zusak
#35. There must be aplace in heaven for those who have been where I have been.
Markus Zusak
#36. In a way, I wish I could be like that. You'd never worry or care about anything that really mattered. You'd be happy, in the same pitiful way someone like our friend Ritchie is. Nothing affects you, and you affect nothing.
Markus Zusak
#38. How many people get this chance?
And of those few, how many actually take it?
Markus Zusak
#39. I definitely think 'Minecraft' is a freak thing. There's no way you could replicate it intentionally.
Markus Persson
#40. It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.
As you may expect, someone has died.
Markus Zusak
#41. Steve, on the other hand, has plenty of friends, but he wouldn't bleed for any of them, because he wouldn't trust them to bleed for him. In that way he's just as alone as me.
Markus Zusak
#42. My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows until it's a solitary person, clapping with unbridled sarcasm.
Clap. Clap.
Clap.
Well done, Ed.
Well given up.
Markus Zusak
#43. We smell the impact of traffic and humans. Humans and traffic. Back and forth. We taste our moment, swallowing it, knowing it. We feel our nerves twitching inside our stomaches, lunging at our skin from beneath.
Markus Zusak
#44. Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood after the flood.
Markus Zusak
#45. For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
Markus Zusak
#46. ... it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.
The sky was dripping.
Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn't quite managed.
Markus Zusak
#48. The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.
Markus Zusak
#49. Men have always wanted to have sex with as many fertile young women as possible. It's part of a man's basic programming. That hasn't changed. Civilization is nothing more than an artificial and very thin veneer hiding our deep-seated primitive urges.
Oliver Markus
#50. If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story.
Markus Zusak
#52. The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
Markus Zusak
#55. I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.
Markus Zusak
#56. Time is a blank paper we paint with our best colors; is a gift to feel well and exercising happiness.
Markus Thayer
#57. Well, promise me one thing, Liesel. If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.
Markus Zusak
#58. We all have our duties here. We all suffer. We all endure our setbacks for the greater good of mankind.
Markus Zusak
#59. They fought like champions.
For a minute.
Just when it was getting interesting, both boys were hauled away their collars. A watchful parent.
Markus Zusak
#60. Behind me, a teddy bear was resting on the shoulder of a corpse. A lemon candle stood below the branches. The pilot's soul was in my arms.
Markus Zusak
#62. She slept a lot and didn't dream, and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.
Markus Zusak
#63. Now I've changed things. I've left my own fingerprints on the world, no matter how small, and it's upset the equilibrium of us
Markus Zusak
#64. But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.
Markus Zusak
#65. I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.
Markus Zusak
#66. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words. That's why she could climb higher than anyone else. She had desire. She was hungry for them.
Markus Zusak
#67. The journey continued like everything had happened.
Markus Zusak
#68. Men feel about sex the way vampires feel about blood. They don't just like it, they crave it. That's why vampire stories always have strong sexual undercurrents. A vampire's hunger is simply a metaphor for a man's lust. And if a guy is paying attention to you, he wants to have sex with you.
Oliver Markus
#69. The spoken truth of Rudy Steiner
'I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them.
Markus Zusak
#70. You hide a Jew. You pay. Somehow or other, you must.
Markus Zusak
#71. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.
Markus Zusak
#72. She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.
Markus Zusak
#73. I had many boxing matches with my brother in the backyard when we were younger, and I guess while other people abhor boxing for its brutality, I also have to admire anyone who climbs into the ring to face up to what could be the ultimate defeat.
Markus Zusak
#74. ... Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.
Markus Zusak
#75. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise.
Markus Zusak
#76. A GUIDED TOUR OF SUFFERING: To your left, perhaps your right, perhaps even straight ahead, you find a small black room. In it sits a Jew. He is scum. He is starving. He is afraid. Please - try not to look away.
Markus Zusak
#77. Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.
Markus Zusak
#78. When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
Markus Zusak
#79. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
Markus Zusak
#81. As a child in Sydney, my German Mum and my Austrian Dad would spontaneously tell me stories about what they saw and what they did as children. It was like a piece of Europe coming into our house ... Those stories led me to my writing.
Markus Zusak
#82. Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.
Markus Zusak
#84. I really wanted to make a dungeon crawler, but this game came out, 'Legend of Grimrock 2,' which was, like, the perfect dungeon crawler. It basically destroyed the genre for me, and no way could I make a game that good in that genre.
Markus Persson
#85. How do you tell if someone is alive? You check for breathing.
Markus Zusak
#86. Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment.
'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.'
... from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.
Markus Zusak
#87. What we wanted from an agent depended on what he brought in.
Markus Wolf
#88. There were some tragic cases of women whose love was abused, who for a certain time procured important documents or information, not knowing who for, what service they worked for, and for a variety reasons got jailed, were tried and sentenced.
Markus Wolf
#89. It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
Markus Zusak
#90. None of them had it. They had no qualms about stealing, but they needed to be told. They liked to be told, and Viktor Chemmel liked to be the teller. It was a nice microcosm.
Markus Zusak
#92. The word maybe was beginning to annoy me, because the only thing that was fixed was that maybe would be with me forever.
Markus Zusak
#94. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.
Markus Zusak
#95. Papa grinned and pointed at the girl. "Book, sandpaper, pencil," he ordered her, "and accordion!" once she was already gone. Soon, they were on Himmel Street, carrying the words, the music, the washing.
Markus Zusak
#97. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.
Markus Zusak
#98. The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of humans into apparitions. There were no people on the street anymore. They were rumors carrying bags.
Markus Zusak
#99. A beautiful, tear-stomped girl,shaking the dead.
Markus Zusak
#100. 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
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