I thought what if death is more like thinking, well, war is like the boss at your shoulder, constantly wanting more, wanting more, wanting more, and then that gave me the idea that Death is weary, he's fatigued, and he's haunted by what he sees humans do to each other because he's on hand for all of our great miseries.
Markus ZusakBut neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.
Markus ZusakPapa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
Markus ZusakThe first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered โShhh, Iโm here, its alright.โ After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the manโs gentleness, his thereness.
Markus ZusakA human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
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