Markus Zusak Quotes

It’s the end. It’s the end of the civilization. We’re going down. No, it’s sure not too attractive. Lenticels. I just hope my kids don’t live to see the last days. The things burning and people living in cellars. Violet. The only thing worse than the thought it may all come tumbling down is the thought that we may go on like this forever.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

Very little makes me feel vulnerable these days. I hit my absolute apex of vulnerability when I returned to my home state of Louisiana, during the Gulf oil spill disaster, and witnessed mass devastation to every demonstration of life surrounding me - from grass, trees, bayous, insects, to animals and people - we all felt demolished.

Haiti looks like a bomb hit it.

Hiroshima does not look like a bombed city. It looks as if a monster steamroller had passed over it and squashed it out of existence.

You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.

The first light of day today revealed what we had feared. The devastation is greater than our worst fears. It's just totally overwhelming.

I saw my hometown burning that day.

It's a war zone. Terrible things happen.

Beirut turned into a war zone in a matter of hours. We were stuck at home, the roads were blocked.

Within hours of the impact, most of Mexico and the United States must have been reduced to a desolate wasteland of the most appalling, agonizing destruction. Where only the day before there had been fertile landscapes, full of animals and plants of all kinds, now there was a vast, smoldering netherworld, mercifully hidden from view by black clouds of roiling smoke.

At forty-five degrees, the sky will burn. Fire to approach the great new city; in an instant, a great scattered flame will leap up, when one will want to get evidence from the Normans.

Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

An age builds up cities: an hour destroys them.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

We are living even now among punishments and ruins.

Kabul is... a thousand tragedies per square mile.

The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.

The world is on fire.