A Quote by Markus Zusak

One was a book thief. The other stole the sky. — © Markus Zusak
One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

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The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well.
Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart.
Someone stole all my credit cards, but I won't be reporting it. The thief spends less than my wife did
Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.
What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail. - Rhett Butler
Well, the way I see it, there are three possibilities: One, you stole it; two, you stole it; or three, you stole it!
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
In the case of 'The Book Thief,' my research was hearing the stories of my parents when I was a child. But I started changing the stories when I began moulding the book.
I was lucky: I feel like I've written four books that mean something to me, and one book that means everything to me, and that's 'The Book Thief.'
When I was twelve, I decided to become a chef. I stole a book from the library about the greatest restaurants in France. I'd flip the pages and dream. I should return that book to the library some day.
That is why the analogy of stealing does not work. With a thief, we want to know how much money he stole, and from whom. With the artist it is not how much he took and from whom, but what he did with it.
I once stole a book. It was really just the once, and at the time I called it borrowing. It was 1970, and the book, I could see by its lack of date stamps, had been lying unappreciated on the shelves of my convent school library since its publication in 1945.
Justin Bieber stole my haircut. And Axl Rose stole my dance!
The sun is a thief: she lures the sea and robs it. The moon is a thief: he steals his silvery light from the sun. The sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon.
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