He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.
Markus ZusakMake sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?
Markus ZusakMy own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
Markus Zusak