She looks at the swings, and I can see sheโs imagining what theyโd look like if the kids werenโt there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
Markus ZusakAround us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.
Markus ZusakWhen I find research really rewarding is when one piece of information gives you an idea for a story. That's when it's great.
Markus ZusakLiesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
Markus ZusakIt was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German.
Markus ZusakI procrastinate in spades. In my defence, I also try to have all other distractions solved before I can concentrate on writing. My small theory is that to write for three hours, you need to feel like you have three days. To write for three days, you need to feel like you've got three weeks, and so on.
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