The Book Thief

by Markus Zusak

He always tried to be a gentleman and carry the bag, but each time, Liesel refused. Only she had the threat of a Watschen loitering over her head, and therefore only she could be relied upon to carry the bag correctly. Anyone else was more likely to manhandle it, twist it, or mistreat it in even the most minimal way, and it was not worth the risk.

If it has to be, its upto me

A SMALL BUT NOTEWORTHY NOTE I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They’re running at me.

War and death

The only remedy was to move forward and throw punches. Max was not the type of boy to die thinking about it.

live like this

The remaining Jews with money in the neighbourhood were emigrating. The Jews without money were also trying, but without much success. Max’s family fell into the latter category. Walter checked on them occasionally, as inconspicuously as he could. One afternoon when he visited, someone else opened the door.

Why money is essential. SUCCESS IS MY DUTY , OBLIGTION AND RESPONSIBILITY

What shocked Liesel most was the change in her mama. Whether it was the calculated way in which she divided the food, or the considerable muzzling of her notorious mouth, or even the gentler expression on her cardboard face, one thing was becoming clear. AN ATTRIBUTE OF ROSA HUBERMANN She was a good woman for a crisis.

Her mama was a good woman in crisis too

‘Did you learn?’ The face in the corner watched the flames. ‘I did.’ There was a considerable pause. ‘Until I was nine. At that age, my mother sold the music studio and stopped teaching. She kept only the one instrument but gave up on me not long after I resisted the learning. I was foolish.’ ‘No,’ Papa said. ‘You were a boy.’

Forgive yourself. LEARN and be a man

Liesel, in the dusty dimness, shrugged off her feelings of nostalgia. She crept forward and allowed her eyes to adjust.

Fuck feelings. Go for action. take intuition in