Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.
Markus ZusakWhen I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspended, until a septic truth bleeds toward clarity. That's when I see them formulate: THE COLORS RED: [rectangle] WHITE: [circle] BLACK: [swastika] They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
Markus ZusakThe beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.
Markus Zusak