Quotes from Patrick Ness

This is it. This is goodbye. A goodbye I wasn't even looking for.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not." "An army is," I say. "Only if it has a general for a brain.

I'll ask ye this once," the woman says, lifting the rifle again. "Am I gonna need this?" I exchange a glance with Viola. "No," I say. "No, mam," Viola says. Mam? I think. "It's like sir, bonny boy." The woman slings the rifle over her shoulder by its strap. "For if yer a-talking to a lady.

What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

Yer a dead man!" Davy shouts, going in a full circle with the horse jumping and rearing. "Yer half right," I say.

But I just put my hand on the back of his neck- And he says, "Viola-?" And I pull myself toward him- And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

Who is to say it is not everything else that is the dream?

The boy who refused to lose his soul.

They're weak and strong and they make mistakes, like anyone, like he has. And love and care have all kinds of different faces, and within them, there's room for understanding, and for forgiveness, and for more. More and more and more. Sometimes

Doesn't a part of you think you're making a big deal out of not very much? That if you were somehow not so weak, you could be happy and free just like everyone else?

Close enough so I can see the smile, a smile I know full well, a smile that clubs, a smile that beats, a smile that dominates.

Mistress Coyle agreed, and Simone set to work, planning the whole thing with the absolute focus on capturing a Spackle and sending it back with a message of peace. Which seems strange after we've killed so many of them to do it, but it's been obvious since the beginning that wars make no sense. You kill people to tell them you want to stop killing them.

She regards me quietly and then she quotes something Mistress Coyle once said to me. "We are the choices we make." It takes me a second to realize she's just said goodbye.

Are you being a good boy for your mum?" Conor's grandma pinched Conor's cheeks so hard he swore she was going to draw blood. "He's been very good, Ma," Conor's mother said, winking at him from behind his grandma, her favorite blue scarf tied around her head. "So there's no need to inflict quite so much pain.

Tread carefully, Marty. I mean it. The world has completely changed around you while you weren't looking.

There's only one room on this planet for one side to be dominant, Todd.

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. (Fight it) by speaking the truth. If you speak the truth, you will be able to face whatever comes.

Never love something so much it can be used to control you.

His grandma wouldn't be here when his father arrived. Which suited everyone.

There was his father, looking totally different but exactly the same. "Hey, son," his dad said, his voice bending in that weird way that America had started to shape it.

It's like a rule of life that yer automatically happier when you don't gotta worry about something.

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits. And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most. He believed selfishly and fearfully. And it took the lives of his daughters. Conor

Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." "It is a true story," the monster said. "Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

But I begin to wonder if doubt is better than the wrong knowledge.