markus zusak – satomipoema

I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It’s probably what I love most about writing—that words can be used in a way that’s like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around. They’re the best moments in a day of writing—when an image appears that you didn’t know would be there when you started work in the morning.
– Markus Zusak – The Book Thief

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
– Markus Zusak – I Am the Messenger

The bittersweetness of uncertainty …
– Markus Zusak – The Book Thief

You’re far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.
– Markus Zusak – I Am the Messenger
Ph : Mira Nedyalkova

Yes, I’m often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt – an immense leap of an attempt – to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it.
– Markus Zusak – The Book Thief
Ph : Mira Nedyalkova

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
– Markus Zusak – I Am the Messenger
Ph : Federica Erra

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?
– Markus Zusak –

Our footsteps run, and I don’t want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don’t know what to say or what to do.
– Markus Zusak – I Am the Messenger

Big things are often just little things that people notice.
– Markus Zusak – I Am the Messenger
Ph : Tim Walker

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.
– Markus Zusak – The Book Thief