Quotes from Patrick Ness

I was born into all that, all that mess, the over-crowded swamp and the over-crowded sematary and the not-crowded-enough town, so I don't remember nothing, don't remember a world without Noise. My pa died of sickness before I was born and then my ma died, of course, no surprises there. Ben and Cillian took me in, raised me. Ben says my ma was the last of the women but everyone says that about everyone's ma. Ben may not be lying, he believes it's true, but who knows?

No one wanted to hear that people other than themselves might be complicated, that no one was ever just one thing, no history ever just one version.

You said war should never be personal, but that's all it's ever been for me.

Me and Todd? Together against the Mayor?" She smiles. "He doesn't stand a chance.

And there. The power of a word. The power of one word. That's where it all changes.

I knew it," Conor grumbled. "These kinds of stories always have stupid princes falling in love." He started walking back to the house. "I thought this was going to be good ."With one swift movement, the monster grabbed Conor's ankles in a long, strong hand and flipped him upside down, holding him in mid-air so his T-shirt rucked up and his heartbeat thudded in his head. As I was saying, said the monster.

I don't think so," the Mayor buzzes - And my feet stop running - But then I pick up one - And then the other - And I'm running for it again - I hear the Mayor laugh behind me. "Well done ," he says.

No todos en la vida somos buenos o malos, casi todos estamos en un punto medio

There's more than this, Sethy," Gudmund said. "This sucks beyond belief, but there's more. We just have to get there.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something without tearing it down. It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end. It was ourselves.

The ability to make fire at will. It allowed us light to see in the darkness, warmth against the cold, a tool to cook our food.' He gestured vaguely in the direction of the Delta's engines. 'Fire is what eventually led to travel across the black beyond, the ability to start a new life on a New World.

His last word had been my name. The last word he heard was me speaking his own. Did this mean anything? And if it only meant something for the two of us, did that reduce it?

The Field isn't really much of a field, it's more like a property plot that someone never built on because they died or lost it in a divorce or something...

Feelings don't try to kill you,even the painful ones. Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You're responsible for its consequences, you're responsible for treating it

Then she said, with mock horror, "She's going to bring some of her old wigs, if you can believe it." She rubbed her bare head with her free hand. "I'll look like a zombie Margaret Thatcher.

Do you not wonder sometimes, she showed now, sadly, if in some ways they are correct? That we are asking too much of the world? "No," he said. "They're the ones who are asking for too little.

A feeling may or may not be true, but you still feel it.

You end up hating so many people that without even noticing, you start to hate everyone. Including yourself. But that's the trick, you see? The trick that makes everything survivable. You've got to love somebody.

There's always a choice," Viola says by my side. "Oh, people like to say that," the Mayor says. "It makes them feel better.

It may cost you, my Queen. It may cost you dear." "All the best journeys do, faun.

And still you make fun," Tomassz complains, "after I am saving your life. Again. So tell me please, your inntricate knowledge of Polish references. Yes, that would be most amusing. Long, long talk now about Polish language and the words Polish people use to feel in picturesque language." "Where did you learn English? The 1950s?

But when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too.

La creencia es la mitad de la curación.

The purpose of a volcano is to die,' she says. 'Is this not what you strive for?' 'The purpose of a volcano is to die, my lady,' says the volcano, 'but as angrily as possible.