Quotes from Patrick Ness

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) and Henna has to snap her hand down on a page of an assignment that's threatening to fly away. "Why do we even have paper anymore?" "Books," Jared says. "Toilet paper," Mel says. "Because paper is a thing," I say, "and sometimes you need things rather than just thoughts.

Isn't dying once enough? he thinks. Am I going to have to keep doing it? But then he thinks, No. Because you can die before you're dead, too.

it was like all those things became true, just for an instant the world changed, just for a second it became made of Viola's voice and it wasn't describing a thing, it was making a thing, it was making us different just by saying it.

What are you?" Conor asked, pulling his arms closer around himself. I am not a "what," frowned the monster. I am a "who." "Who are you, then?" Conor said. The monster's eyes widened. Who am I? it said, its voice getting louder. Who am I? The

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

Pero un cuchillo no es solamente un objeto, ¿verdad? Es una elección entre alternativas. Sí o no, cortar o no cortar, matar o no matar. Un cuchillo recoge la decisión que tomes y la convierte en un hecho real, tangible, que ya no puede remediarse.

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

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.

I hold onto her and I think about redempshun.

Sometimes the rumour of an army is just as effective as the army itself.

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and my thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my Noise like whispers of the truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

The attractiveness of power is something you should learn about before you get too much older, it's the thing that separates men from boys, tho not in the way most men think.

I'm happy. Which is the weirdest thing of all.

Quién dice que no es todo lo demás lo que es un sueño?

And by being possessed, you possess, because that's how love works.

The thing about good ideas is that they grow other ideas.

Les histoires sont des créatures sauvages. Quand tu les libères, qui sait ce qu'elles peuvent déclencher?

Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

I want a world where you can live and be happy.

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 up without tearing it down. It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end. It was ourselves.

That's a load of crap!" Conor shouted. "He didn't need to kill her. The people were behind him. They would have followed him anyway." The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster. And so the injustice that I saw, the reason that I came walking, was for the queen, not the prince.

I can't tell you what's real for you. But in return, you can't say what's real for me either. I get to choose. Not you.

I will never let go of this knife, no matter what she says, no matter how she says it. She

Is it because hope is scary?' my father asked. I looked back at him, startled. 'You think so, too?' He smiled, full of love. 'Hope is terrifying, Viola,' he said. 'No one wants to admit it, but it is.