Quotes from Patrick Ness

He was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.

The devil tells the best stories.

And I feel her against me - And I think Viola - I think VIOLA! - I think VIOLA!!!!

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back to.

Never invisible again , the monster said, finally letting up, its huge branch-like fists curled tight as a clap of thunder. It turned to Conor. But there are harder things than being invisible , it said.

There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere inbetween.

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

At her core, she was broken, and life was just one long attempt to distract people from noticing

What else do men think about except sex and enemies?

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

Because an idea lives on after the death of the person.

And maybe it takes a terrorist to fight a terrorist.

I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

This is who you are, do you see?" Tomasz continues.

His mother shakes her head. "Everyone thinks they know what's best. Everyone." And then a voice behind him says, "Sometimes you need to find out that you don't, though.

Marty: Dad's right about you. You got lost on your journey somewhere. Adam: That's what everyone says who never bothered to go on a journey in the first place.

This was a kingdom. ("What?" Conor said, looking around his backyard. "Here?") (The monster cocked its head at him curiously. You have not heard of it? ) ("Not a kingdom around here, no," Conor said. "We don't even have a McDonald's.")

I weigh more than a mountain but less than a feather.

But this, all this, isn't the story I'm trying to tell. This is all past. This is the part of your life where it gets taken over by other people's stories and there's nothing you can do about it except hold on tight and hope you're still alive at the end to take up your own story again. So that's what we did. Me, Mel, and Meredith all moved on, and we're the stories we're living now. Aren't we?

The wind picks up a little more (Terribly sorry, I imagine it saying; apparently, the wind is British, wondering how it got all the way over here)

There wasn't anything more, and the one good thing that was mine wasn't mine after all.

Francia don't look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

No,' Ben says, 'but I believe it. I believe it for you. And that's why it's hope.