75 The Book Thief Quotes With Page Numbers

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The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak, is about a young girl in Nazi Germany, named Liesel Meminger. The story is narrated by a compassionate Death. 

Liesel steals her first book at a graveyard and learns to read with Hans Hubermann, her foster father. She continues to steal books from a book burning and an open window. 

Liesel and her family are secret Jewish sympathizers. But one act of kindness could undo all their help to a young Jewish man and threaten their safety. 

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The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak, is about a young girl in Nazi Germany, named Liesel Meminger. The story is narrated by a compassionate Death.

Liesel steals her first book at a graveyard and learns to read with Hans Hubermann, her foster father. She continues to steal books from a book burning and an open window.

Liesel and her family are also secret Jewish sympathizers.” data-pin-id=”834221530993178237″>

The Book Thief Quotes With Page Numbers

“First the colors.
Then the humans.
That’s usually how I see things.
Or at least, how I try.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 3

 

“Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 3

 

You are going to die….does this worry you?”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 3

 

“I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 3

 

“I could introduce myself properly, but it’s not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 4

 

“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, Page 4

 

“It’s a small story really, about, among other things:

* A girl
* Some words
* An accordionist
* Some fanatical Germans
* A Jewish fist fighter
* And quite a lot of thievery”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 5

 

“When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 30

 

“No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 32

 

“A DEFINITION NOT FOUND
IN THE DICTIONARY
Not leaving: an act of trust and love,
often deciphered by children”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 37

 

“A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 48

 

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 52

 

“What do you want to kiss me for? I’m filthy.’- Liesel
So am I.’- Rudy”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 54

 

“Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 60

 

“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 Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 80

 

“…one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 83

 

“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 84

 

“It’s hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 87

 

“It’s a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 87

 

“As always, one of her books was next to her.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 90

 

“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 109

 

“She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.

With wonder, she smiled.

That such a room existed!”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 134

 

“He was waving. “Saukerl,” she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that’s as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 144

 

“You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It’s a great book-the greatest book you’ve ever read.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 151

 

“You can’t eat books, sweetheart.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 151

 

“So much good, so much evil. Just add water.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 164

 

“If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 168

 

“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 are running at me.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Pages 174-75

 

“When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist in his face.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 189

 

“Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 211

 

“A book floated down the Amper River.
A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held
it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood
waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water.
“How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 241

 

“On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy Steiner was robbery–so much life, so much to live for–yet somehow, I’m certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He’d have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He’d have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips.
Yes, I know it.
In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He’d have loved it all right.
You see?
Even death has a heart.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 242

 

“Even death has a heart.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 242

 

“Of course, I’m being rude. I’m spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don’t have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It’s the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 243

 

“It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.”

~Marcus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 249

 

“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, Page 303

 

“It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation. ”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 307

 

“A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH
I do not carry a sickle or scythe.
I only wear a hooded black robe when it’s cold.
And I don’t have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I’ll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 307

 

“You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 307

 

“They say that war is death’s best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: ‘Get it done, get it done.’ So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 309

 

“Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 313

 

I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I’d throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms. ”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 336

 

“Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 350

 

“She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. ”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 355-56

 

“If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 358

 

“Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 370

 

“I…” He struggled to answer. “When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack… I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds.” He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.
There was no anger or reproach.
It was Papa who spoke.
How did it look?”
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. “There were stars,” he said. “They burned by eyes.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Pages 377-78

 

“One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 381

 

“Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 388

 

“Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 408

 

“My heart is so tired”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 427

 

“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 464

 

“for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it’s so they can die being right.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 469

 

“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, Page 473

 

“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, Page 491

 

“Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 491

 

“A human doesn’t have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. 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. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 491

“Max,” she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued.
There was once a strange, small man,”she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. “But there was a word shaker,too.”

One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walking now. He stood absolutely still as the others swerved morosely around him, leaving him completely alone. His eyes staggered, and it was so simple. The words were given across from the girl to the Jew. They climbed on to him.

The next time she spoke, the questions stumbled from her mouth. Hot tears fought for room in her eyes as she would not let them out. Better to stand resolute and proud. Let the words do all of it. “Is it really you? the young man asked,” she said. ” Is it from your cheek that I took the seed.?”
Max Vandenburg remained standing.
He did not drop to his knees.
People and Jews and clouds all stopped. They watched.
As he stood, Max looked first at the girl and then stared directly into the sky who was wide and blue and magnificent. There were heavy beams– planks of son– falling randomly, wonderfully to the road. Clouds arched their backs to look behind as they started again to move on. “It’s such a beautiful day,” he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die,like this.
Liesel walked at him. She was courageous enought to reach out and hold his bearded face. “Is it really you,Max?”
Such a brilliant German day and its attentive crowd.
He let his mouth kiss her palm. “Yes, Liesel, it’s me,” and he held the girl’s hand in his face and cried onto her fingers. He cried as the soldiers came and a small collection of insolent Jews stood and watched.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Pages 512-13

 

“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, Page 518

 

“She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 518

 

“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 521

 

“Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 526

 

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 528

 

“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, Page 531

 

“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 531

 

“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, Page 531

 

“Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 532

 

“I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 533

 

“The tears grappled with her face.
Rudy, please, wake up, Goddamn it, wale up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don’t you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up..”
But nothing cared…

She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel 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 hersel away, she touched his mouth with her fingers. Her hands were tremblin, her lips were fleshy, and she leaned in once more, this time losing control and misjudging it. Their teeth collided on the demolised world of Himmel Street.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Pages 535-36

 

“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, Page 536

 

“She took a step and didn’t want to take any more, but she did.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 537

 

“Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I’ll never drink champagne. No one can play like you.”
-Liesel”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Pages 538-39

 

“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 550

 

“I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race – that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant…I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 550

 

“I am haunted by humans.”

~Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, Page 550

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