She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.
Markus ZusakHe does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
Markus ZusakIt was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them
Markus ZusakAfter perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down.
Markus Zusak