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1.
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
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… 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.
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3.
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!
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4.
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
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In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them - until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet.
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6.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
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There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
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Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
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Quote Topics by Markus Zusak: Book Writing Thinking Heart Eye Men Girl People Color Hands Boys Sky Want Years Kissing Night Children Dark Running Fall Moving World Humans Stories Waiting Two Soul Stars Real Looks
9.
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
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10.
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
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11.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
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12.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
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13.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
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14.
Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
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I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
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16.
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
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17.
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.
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18.
And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her.
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19.
No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
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20.
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever 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.
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21.
It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
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22.
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
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23.
For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw visions of the whistler running from the scene. Liesel did not. The book thief saw only the mechanics of the words--their bodies stranded on the paper, beaten down for her to walk on. Somewhere, too, in the gaps between a period and the next capital letter, there was also Max. She remembered reading to him when he was sick. It he in the basement? she wondered. Or is he stealing a glimpse of the sky again?
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24.
The conversation of bullets.
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25.
Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death
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26.
If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.
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27.
Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel
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28.
As always, one of her books was next to her.
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29.
Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
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30.
Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.
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31.
Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.
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32.
The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.
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33.
Winning wasn't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind.
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34.
I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.
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35.
Even death has a heart.
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36.
One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.
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37.
Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.
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38.
As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did.
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39.
There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.
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40.
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.
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41.
She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.
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42.
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.
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43.
She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.
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44.
I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months. There was no anger or reproach. It was Papa who spoke. How did it look?" Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. "There were stars," he said. "They burned by eyes.
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45.
That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.
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46.
When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspended, until a septic truth bleeds toward clarity. That's when I see them formulate: THE COLORS RED: [rectangle] WHITE: [circle] BLACK: [swastika] They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
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47.
Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.
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48.
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
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49.
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
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50.
I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.
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