Markus Zusak Quotes

If it wasn't for pick-pockets I'd have no sex life at all.

Pickpockets either work alone or in pairs, or what is called a mob.

The number one rule of thieves is that nothing is too small to steal.

Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

Throw away profit and greed, and there won't be any thieves.

Like other forms of stealing, identity theft leaves the victim poor and feeling terribly violated.

He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

I--buy, and I sell." "You're a thief.

Oppurtunity Makes the Thief

We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.

A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.

I did shoplift but I didn't get in trouble for it. I shoplifted a lot when I was little. Candy. I would steal candy.

For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw visions of the whistler running from the scene. Liesel did not. The book thief saw only the mechanics of the words--their bodies stranded on the paper, beaten down for her to walk on. Somewhere, too, in the gaps between a period and the next capital letter, there was also Max. She remembered reading to him when he was sick. It he in the basement? she wondered. Or is he stealing a glimpse of the sky again?

One should steal only where one cannot rob.

I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding.

If there were such a thing as an inter-city thieving contest, Ankh-Morpork would bring home the trophy and probably everyone’s wallets.

They used to take your horse and if they were caught they got hung for it. Now they take your car, and if they are caught it's a miracle.

Never have nights been more beautiful than these nights of anxiety. In the sky have been shining in trinity the moon, Venus and Mars. Nature has been more splendid than man.

I don't think I've ever stolen anything.

When I was a fetus, I used to sneak out at night when my mother was sleeping. I figured I should start stealing stuff while I still had no fingerprints.

I'm a thief. I steal scenes, I steal opportunities. I am the ultimate thief. I got sticky fingers.

Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--