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  • #1
    Neil Gaiman
    “CHORONZON: I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.

    MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.

    CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.

    MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.

    CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, posion-toothed.

    MORPHEUS: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy-footed.

    CHORONZON: I am an anthrax, butcher bacterium, warm-life destroying.

    MORPHEUS: I am a world, space-floating, life-nurturing.

    CHORONZON: I am a nova, all-exploding... planet-cremating.

    MORPHEUS: I am the Universe -- all things encompassing, all life embracing.

    CHORONZON: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?

    MORPHEUS: I am hope.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

  • #2
    Markus Zusak
    “The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. (Death)”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #3
    Markus Zusak
    “Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #4
    Markus Zusak
    “One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #5
    Markus Zusak
    “I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #6
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We loved with a love that was more than love.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #7
    Mark Twain
    “Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
    Mark Twain

  • #8
    William Allingham
    “Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day.”
    William Allingham

  • #9
    Leah Thomas
    “Let me tell you a wondrous story. For once, let me be the shining one. It is springtime. Birds are noisiest now. I can almost see the shape of the sky.”
    Leah Thomas, Because You'll Never Meet Me

  • #10
    Markus Zusak
    “I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #11
    Markus Zusak
    “She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #12
    Markus Zusak
    “A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #13
    Markus Zusak
    “How about a kiss, Saumensch?"

    He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #14
    Markus Zusak
    “People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”
    Marcus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #15
    Markus Zusak
    “Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?"

    At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

    Years ago, when they'd raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month from his death.

    Of course I told him about you," Liesel said.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #16
    Markus Zusak
    “So much good, so much evil. Just add water.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #17
    Markus Zusak
    “If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #18
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “And we, spectators always, everywhere,
    looking at, never out of, everything!
    It fills us. We arrange it. It collapses.
    We re-arrange it, and collapse ourselves.

    Who's turned us round like this, so that we always,
    do what we may, retain the attitude
    of someone who's departing? Just as he,
    on the last hill, that shows him all his valley
    for the last time, will turn and stop and linger,
    we live our lives, for ever taking leave.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies



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