Markus Zusak Quotes

I think it would be wrong to consider 'Ashes and Fire' a love album. The record is obsessed with time. I believe that there is a kinder view of the self on this record.

Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.

I suddenly find out that I'm 60, and I get shocked by the number, because I feel like I'm 20.

The passage of time is a continuing thing. At 18, you're going to live forever, and you are definitely not at 52, so that is a recurring topic. I still think it's the main stuff.

If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, it makes no sound.

In the Gospels, we are reminded, 'The very hairs of your head are all numbered.' And your numbered hairs, like your numbered days, recede daily.

To grow up requires a whole life but to become old one night is enough.

We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.

Life is short, but the years are long.

I can't believe I'm 29. Where did the years go? Why did the years go?

I wanted to get more serialized. I had this idea for an event that would click onto everybody's mortality. I said, "I want somebody to die." Fortunately for me, when I was toying with that idea, John Landgraf, who's the head of FX but also a very smart executive, came up with the idea of the ashes in the maracas. He called me up and said, "Listen, what about this, they get the ashes in a box and when they get them, they shake them and they sound like maracas." And I was like, "Okay, now I've got my throughline."

One hurries through, even though there's time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.

Time indeed has very little to do with living except at its beginning or near its end.

Time. It hangs heavy for the bored, eludes the busy, flies by the for young, and runs out for the aged.

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

Time rushes by and yet time is frozen. Funny how we get so exact about time at the end of life and at its beginning. She died at 6:08 or 3:46, we say, or the baby was born at 4:02. But in between we slosh through huge swatches of time--weeks, months, years, decades even.

I suppose the longer anyone spends on earth, the closer we all get to becoming superfluous characters.

Why is youth so short and age so long?

When you're 20, you can't imagine being 30. When you're 30, you can't imagine being 40. When you're 40, you can't imagine being 100.

She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.

Does it matter how long they were together that night? To lovers, an hour can last a century. But even for lovers, every hour ends.

Six years-six little years-six drops of time.

And for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute.

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

Time," the Captain said, "is not what you think." He sat down next to Eddie. "Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.