It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Donโt make me happy. Please, donโt fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.
Markus ZusakWhen death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.
Markus Zusak