New Book; New Quotations

The Book Thief  by: Markus Zusak

"No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment. Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone."  p.32

"Somehow...he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticeable. Not important or particularly valuable. The frustration of that appearance, as you can imagine, was its complete midleadence, let's say. There most definitely was value in him..."  p.34

"Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. Like soft silver, melting Liesel, upon seeing those eyes, understood that Hans Hubermann was worth a lot."  p.34

"With a smile like that, you don't need eyes." p.58

"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.81

"It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them." p.87

"She emptied the words out into the sink..."  p. 90

"'Saukerl,' she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get."  p.144

"Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words."  p.248

"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 sunis like a yellow hole...."  p.249

"The glittering anger was thick and unnerving, but she toiled through it."  p.262

"Now she became spiteful. More spiteful and evil than she thought herself capable.
The injury of words.
Yes, the brutality of words.
She summoned them from someplace she only now recognized and hurled them at Isla Hermann."  p.262

"Now she managed it. She fell silent.
Her throat was barren now. No words for miles."  p.263

"In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them."  p.303

"She gave The Dream Carrier to Max as if the words alone could nourish him."  p.328

"Five hundred souls.
I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd thow them over my shoulder. It was only the children I carried in my arms."  p.336

"...the sky was yellow, like burning newspaper. If I looked closesly, I could see the words, reporting headlines commentating on the progress of the war and so forth."  p.336

"That was when Rudy stepped in, the eternal stepper-inner."  p.341

"The science of Papa's trade brough him an even greater level of respect... Competence was attractive."  p.356

"Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' he said. 'They burned my eyes.'"  p.378

"From a Himmel Street window the stars set fire to my eyes."  p.378

"A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion. The sound of the the turning page carved them in half. Liesel read on."  p.381

"One was a book thief. The other stole the sky."  p.381

"Just remember that the enemy here is not in front of you."  p.432

"With us, the enemy isn't over the hill or in any specific direction. It's all around."  p.432

"As the density subsided, the roll call of names limped through the ruptured streets, sometimes ending with an ash-filled embrace or a knelt-down howl of grief. THey accumulated, hour by jour, like sweet and sour dreams, waiting to happen."  p.435

"In the tree shadows, LIesel watched the boy. How things had changed, from fruit stealer to bread giver. His blond hair, although darkening, was like a candle. She heard his stomach growll-- and he was giving people bread."  p.440

"The word shaker, who could only just make out the man's sentences, replied with a whisper. She handed it down through the branches. 'No thank you,' she said, for she knew that it was only herself who was holding the tree upright."  p.448

"If nothing else, it alleviated the pain of simply watching. That's a horrible thought, she would write in her Himmel Street basement, but she knew it to be true. The pain of watching them. What about their pain? THe pain of stumbling shoes and torment and the closing gates of the camp?"  p.502

"The voice amazed her. It made the endless sky into a ceiling just above her head, and the words boyunced back, landing somewhere on the floor of limping Jewish feet."  p.509

"Somewhere inside her were the souls of words. They climbed out and stood beside her."  p.512

"That was you-- the boy with the hard fists, and you said you would land a punch on death's face when he came for you."  p.513

"He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows  were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down."  p.515

"Together, they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air."  p.515