Markus Zusak Quotes

You can remember times when you were a kid, when life looked too doggoned deliciously beautiful to be left alone. So you could feel like that again if you worked at it.

Remember when you're young and you think your dad is Superman? And then you grow up and realized he's just a drunk who wears a cape.

I love kids. I was a kid myself, once.

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

One of the scary things is that, when you're a kid, you look at your dad as the man who has no fear. When you're an adult, you realize your father had fear, and that you have it, too.

It's like being at the kids' table at Thanksgiving - you can put your elbows on it, you don't have to talk politics... no matter how old I get, there's always a part of me that's sitting there.

I don't yearn to be a child again.

I think because I'm not a parent, my most immediate connection to childhood is my memory of my own childhood.

I was so naive as a kid I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing.

Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?

I remain very much connected to my childhood... I have never been too jaded or too sophisticated.

I don't ever want to grow up. That's boring.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

My mom and dad always tried to make Christmas special for us. We were poor, but it's funny because we had no idea.

I remember being with my mum eating marmalade on toast watching 'Inspector Gadget,' 'Sharky and George,' 'The Pink Panther,' and 'Thundercats,' stuff like that. Those were the days - no idea how brutal the world is.

With my mom and dad around, I became a child yet again.

I know I'm grown, but there's a part of me who will eternally be six years old.

I have such strong memories of my Daddy.

Childhood is less clear to me than to many people: when it ended I turned my face away from it for no reason that I know about, certainly without the usual reason of unhappy memories. For many years that worried me, but then I discovered that the tales of former children are seldom to be trusted. Some people supply too many past victories or pleasures with which to comfort themselves, and other people cling to pains, real and imagined, to excuse what they have become.

If I could repeat my childhood, I would repeat it exactly as it was, with the poverty, the cold, little food, with the flies and pigs, all that.

Come on back and we’ll see if you remember the simplest thing of all – how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.