Rudy, please, wake up, God**** it, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up... - Marcus Zusak
Perhaps it was Rudy who kept her sane, with the stupidity of his talk, his lemon-soaked hair, and his cockiness. He seemed to resonate with a kind of confidence that life was still nothing but a joke - an endless succession of soccer goals, trickery, and a constant repertoire of meaningless chatter. - Markus Zusak