Author of quotes: Marcus Zusak

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The sun stirs the earth. Stirs us again and again like a stew.

I always bring out the best and worst in people. I see their ugliness and beauty and wonder how both can coincide. And yet people have a quality that I envy. People, for that matter, have enough sense to die.

It’s easier to kill yourself the way people die.

Two weeks - and the world will turn upside down, fourteen days - and it will collapse.

They were approaching in parade.

It's better for us to leave the paint at home than to forget the music.

They were French, they were Jews, they were you.

I am obliged to continue my work because, although not for every person on earth, it is true for the vast majority: death does not wait for anyone, and if it does, it is usually not very long.

Nails scratched the wood and were often driven into it by the force of pure despair, and souls rushed towards me, straight into my hands, and we climbed out of those showers - onto the roof and beyond, into the safe expanse of eternity. They were supplied to me without interruption. Minute by minute. Shower after shower.

Do It,

This was the beginning of the most wonderful Christmas in the world. Little food. No gifts. But they had a snowman in the basement.

I have neither a scythe nor a sickle. I only wear a black cloak with a hood when it's cold. And I don’t have those skull-like facial features that you seem to like to point out at me from afar. Do you want to know what I really look like? I will help you. Find yourself a mirror, while I continue.

The soup was terrible.