Markus Zusak Quotes

I'm a boy who doesn't want to grow up.

If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.

Some people are boys longer than others.

Boys do not leave their boyhood behind when they leave off their school uniform.

Youth is a malady of which one becomes cured a little every day.

What is the use of being a little boy if you are growing up to be a man.

Youth is the time when hearts are large, And stirring wars Appeal to the spirit which appeals in turn To the blade it draws.

A mother can legitimately be said to 'have a baby' - but in a civilization such as ours, she can never claim to own a teenager.

At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

I complain about my life. I used to complain about boys or not being able to drive or failing a test. Now I complain about boys, not being able to drive, and leaving home so much.

I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

We'll find out soon enough," Xavier growled. "You don't see too many V Star 250s around here" "How do you know the bike model?" I asked. "I'm a boy. We like engines

Through sports a coach can offer a boy a secret way to sneak up on the mystery that is manhood.

I've got the rest of my life to be a grown-up. And for now, it's OK to be young.

Boyhood is a most complex and incomprehensible thing. Even when one has been through it, one does not understand what it was. A man can never quite understand a boy, even when he has been the boy.

The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.

I think I went through puberty. I'm, like, 20 now and I was, like, 17 then, ... You know, I've experienced different things and am having a lot more fun with it.

These boys, now, were living as we'd been living then, they were growing up with a rush and their heads bumped abruptly against the low ceiling of their actual possibilities. They were filled with rage. All they really knew were two darknesses, the darkness of their lives, which were now closing in on them, and the darkness of the movies, which had blinded them to that other darkness, and in which they now, vindictively, dreamed, at once more together than they were at any other time, and more alone.

You're getting to be a big boy,' I said desperately, 'it's time you started thinking about your future.' 'I'm thinking about my future,' said Sonny, grimly. 'I think about it all the time.

A boy is the only known substance from which a man can be made.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

Four or five years - nothing at all. But no one over thirty could understand this peculiarly weighted and condensed time, from late teens to early twenties, a stretch of life that needed a name, from school leaver to salaried professional, with a university and affairs and death and choices in between. I had forgotten how recent my childhood was, how long and inescapable it once seemed. How grown up and how unchanged I was.

In time, after a dozen years of centering their lives around the games boys play with one another, the boys' bodies change and that changes everything else. But the memories are not erased of that safest time in the lives of men, when their prime concern was playing games with guys who just wanted to be their friendly competitors. Life never again gets so simple.

Stop smiling!” she ordered. “I can see you, Carter. Oh…and, uh, hullo, Walt.” The pot monster made squeaky grinding noises as it stood up straight. One clunky arm rose and tried to fix Sadie’s nonexistent hair. Leave it to Sadie to be self-conscious around boys, even when she’s made out of pots and duct tape.