When I was growing up, I wanted to be a house painter like my father, but I was always screwing up when I went to work with him. I had a talent for knocking over paint and painting myself into corners. I also realized fairly quickly that painting bored me.
Markus ZusakDonโt make me happy. Please, donโt fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I donโt want to hope for anything anymore.
Markus ZusakIt's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.
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