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Quote by Markus Zusak

“It could be worse. I could be you.”

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This novel is a poignant story of survival and the power of literature. Narrated by Death, it follows the life of Liesel Meminger, a girl who is sent to live with a German family during the tumultuous years of World War II. Liesel becomes deeply involved with her foster family, learning to read and write, and finding solace in books amidst the chaos of the war. The story explores themes of love, loss, and the human spirit in the face of adversity. more

Author

Markus Zusak

Markus Zusak, born on June 23, 1975, is an acclaimed Australian author known for his unique narrative style and profound thematic insights. His works have garnered widespread praise from readers and critics alike. more

“Kuna tofauti kati ya haki na utawala wa mabavu. Haki ni jambo ambalo mtu anastahili au kitu anachostahiki kuwa nacho. Utawala wa mabavu ni utawala wa kidikteta. Ukitenda haki lazima kuna watu watafaidi. Lazima kuna watu wataumia. Fidel Castro alikuwa kiongozi msahili. Alikuwa kiongozi aliyewezesha kutendeka kwa mambo. Kwa sababu hiyo, wachache walimpenda, wengi walimchukia. Lakini ili ufanye mazuri lazima upambane na mabaya. Shetani mwenyewe hatakuruhusu ufanye mazuri bila kukuletea mabaya.”

People Dictatorship Right Rule Watu Fidel Castro Haki Utawala Udikteta

Author:Enock Maregesi

“Tukiacha Siasa Zinazotutawala Ziingilie Dirishani, Hekima Zinazotutawala Pia Zitatutokea Mlangoni”

Hekima Siasa Utawala

Author:Wilson M Mukama

“Summer has landed overnight, and the street is full of arms and legs that are not usually seen; they seem detached from their owners like so many piles of limbs in the death scene of a war film.”

Summer Limbs

Book:Eggshells

Source: Eggshells

“I feel my hand. I am these two beasts struggling at the end of my arms. My hand scratches one of its paws with the nail of the other paw; I feel its weight on the table which is not me. It's long, long, this impression of weight, it doesn't pass. There is no reason for it to pass. It becomes intolerable ... I draw back my hand and put it in my pocket; but immediately I feel the warmth of my thigh through the stuff. I pull my hand out of my pocket and let it hang against the back of the chair. Now I feel a weight at the end of my arm. It pulls a little, softly, insinuatingly it exists. I don't insist: no matter where I put it it will go on existing; I can't suppress it, nor can I suppress the rest of my body, the sweaty warmth, which soils my shirt, nor all this warm obesity which turns lazily, as if someone were stirring it with a spoon, nor all the sensations going on inside, going, coming, mounting from my side to my armpit or quietly vegetating from morning to night, in their usual corner.”

Existence Limbs Sartre Jean Paul