Quotes from Patrick Ness

A bully with charisma and top marks is still a bully. He'll probably end up Prime Minister one day. God help us all.

He is worse than the others, I show. He is worst of all of them. Because– Because he knew he was doing wrong. He felt the pain of his actions– But he did not amend them, shows the Sky. The rest are worth as much as their pack animals, I show, but worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

He blamed Lily, because who else was there?

I don't know what's ahead," I say. "I don't know nothing about nothing but whatever it is, it's gotta be better than what's behind. It's gotta be.

What did you do to help the invisible man?" And he felt the monster's voice again, like it was in his own head. I made them see, it said.

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.

And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

And if no one sees you, are you really there at all?

Through Hell or high water." "It'll probably be both.

Blame is something that is shared and denied in equal measures.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

I hate myself. I feel like an idiot saying it because, blah, blah, teen angst, boo hoo, but I do. I hate myself. Almost all the time. I try not to tell anyone because I don't want to burden them, but I feel like I'm falling farther and farther away from them. Like the well's getting deeper and I'm running out of energy to climb it and any minute now, any second , it's going to stop being worth even trying.

Conor wasn't stupid. When they'd had the "little talk" the next day, he knew what his mum had done and why she had done it. But that didn't take away from how much fun that night had been. How hard they'd laughed. How anything had seemed possible. How anything good could have happened to them right then and there and they wouldn't have been surprised.

Cept for Ben, who I can't describe much further without seeming soft and stupid and like a boy, so I won't, just to say that I never knew my pa, but if you woke up one day and had a choice of picking one from a selecshun, if someone said, here, then, boy, pick who you want, then Ben wouldn't be the worst choice you could make that morning.

Sometimes you just have to feel bad about a thing. Sometimes that's the only thing that makes you human.

Maybe probably ain't all that comforting a word when it's maybe yer not dying.

Son" his father said, leaning forward. "Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.

You are the one who called me, Conor O'Malley, it said, looking at him seriously. You are the one with the answers to these questions.

Tu vida no la escribes con palabras —dijo el monstruo—. La escribes con acciones. Lo que piensas no es importante. Lo único importante es lo que haces.

There's her silence, loud as a roar, pulling at me like the greatest sadness ever, like I want to take it and press myself into it and just disappear forever down into nothing. What a relief that would feel like right now. What a blessed relief.

The great trick of the devil is to make you want to see him. But it is only when you see him that you fear him. And by then, it is too late.

No penséis que no habéis vivido lo bastante como para no tener una historia que contar.

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.

Oh, forget it," he says with feeling. "Nobody knows anything.