Quotes from Patrick Ness

Pity is an insult. Kindness is a miracle.

We share our craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

A peace that blacked yer eye,' I say. 'A peace that split yer lip.' He looks at me for another second and then gives a sad snort. "The words of a sage," he says, "in the voice of a hick.

Without pain, it feels almost like I don't have a body at all, almost like I'm a ghost, sitting in a chair, blinded and eternal. Like I'm dead already. Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt? "We are the choices we make, Todd," the Mayor says. "Nothing more, nothing less.

Hope is terrifying, Viola," he said. "No one wants to admit it, but it is." I feel my eyes go wet again. "Then how can you stand it? How can you bear even thinking it? It feels so dangerous, like you'll be punished for even thinking you deserved it." He touched my arm, just lightly. "Because, Viola, life is so much more terrifying without it.

He looks up and the loss in his Noise is so great it feels like i'm standing on the edge of an Abyss, that I'm about to fall down into him, into blackness so empty and lonely there'd never be a way out.

If the infeckshun from the band takes Viola," I say, "you'll beg me to kill you after what I'll do to you." "I believe you," says the Mayor.

If you fight the devil, you become him." "Maybe it takes a devil to fight a devil," I said. "But at the end of that fight, Bathsheba," he said, "don't only devils remain?

You did this to me," I say, still trembling. "You put it in my head and made me–" "I did no such thing," he says. "I merely showed you the path. You walked down it all by yourself.

it's been obvious since the beginning that wars make no sense. You kill people to tell them you want to stop killing them. Monsters of men, I think. And women.

He survives, does our Todd.

Conor blinked. Then blinked again. "You're going to tell me stories?" Indeed, the monster said. "Well–" Conor looked around in disbelief. "How is that a nightmare?" Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

We're all college prep, so most of the hard work had to be done early enough to prove to colleges we'd be worth indebting ourselves forever to them.

I don't believe in guardian angels, just people who are there for you and people who aren't.

Stories don't always have happy endings.

Chaos and confusion and Noise Noise Noise

You must release me or you will never be released.

Not everyone has to be the chosen one. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing the things that are great from them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people probably. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyways.

Stories don't end with the writers, however many started the race.

Haven musta been a comfortable place, a place where men weren't fighting every day just to survive. Maybe too much comfort was the problem.

Hmm," Mistress Coyle hmms.

But fog does not stop the Land. We simply open our voices wider, passing the small steps in front of us along and along and along, each to each, until a whole picture of the march opens in front of us and our own limited physical sight in the fog becomes a single walking vision. The Land is not blind. The Land marches.

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

The Mayor's wrong- He's wrong forever and ever- It's not that you should never love something so much it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.