He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.
Markus ZusakI'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.
Markus ZusakI even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.
Markus ZusakSometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
Markus Zusak