I Am The Messenger

“As I cross the street, Marv is splayed in the front yard like a frozen starjump.

He gets kicked.

By words.

He gets shot.

By Henry Boyd’s pointing finger.”

I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak pg. 323


I Am The Messenger

“Lua kisses her.

Just softly on the lips.

And she kisses back.

Sometimes people are beautiful.

Not in looks.

Not in what they say.

Just in what they are.”

I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak pg. 224