Markus Zusak Quotes

I loved my mother, but I don't like her.

It's lovely. I hate it.

I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

I love America, but I don't like it.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I don't like you, but I love you.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

Though love and hatred are as opposites as fire and water, yet do they sometimes subsist in the breast together towards the same person; nay by their very opposition and desire to destroy each other, are they strengthened and increased.

I love America and I hate it. I'm torn between the two. I have two conflicting visions of America. One is a kind of dream landscape and the other is a kind of black comedy.

Words were her plague and words were her redemption.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

Harry and Draco have a very weird love/hate relationship.

you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?

Words are the only bread we can really share.

Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.

The tongue walkes where the teeth speede not.

I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

Words are like eyeglasses they blur everything that they do not make clear.

Because I am a storyteller I live by words. Perhaps music is a purer art form. It may be that when we communicate with life on another planet, it will be through music, not through language or words.

Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.

One hates a person for the same reason one loves him

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?