Markus Zusak Quotes

In the presence of death I affirm and reaffirm the truth of all that I have said against the superstitions of the world. I would say that much on the subject with my last breath.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

Right, well, he'd been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, 'You seem to be feeling better this morning,' and Isben looked at her and said, 'On the contrary,' and then he died.

What will I be doing in twenty years' time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?

The last day of your life is still going to be a day.

When death has you by the throat, you don't mince words.

It's only Western civilization that, God forbid, you talk about dying, when it's the only thing we know for certain, right? Everyone's going to die, so what's the big problem? 'Oh, God. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it.' I mean, I'm one of them. I'm not a big fan of talking about dying.

Someone who is about to die does not mourn the dead.

I know what I'm having 'em put on my tombstone: 'I have nothing more to say'.

I thought, 'If I'm going to die, I'm going to videotape it.' So I got out my little video recorder and was taping goodbyes to my family.

I probably am a dead man already.

People always speak beautifully when they are in love or close to death.

As a combat medic, I heard a lot of last words; I saw a lot of last breaths taken.

I'm going now. My time has come.

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.

Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.' 'Will you be all right?' 'I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

The best thing we have is sleep, of course, and what is sleep except the putting aside of everything tentative for another interval of final and everlasting truth? Sleep isn't dying, but it is certainly keeping in tough with it.

Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.

I told you I was ill. (On his headstone)

He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?

I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

I expect I shall have to die beyond my means.