Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.
Markus ZusakThe point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.
Markus ZusakThe last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
Markus ZusakI can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death
Markus Zusak