Quotes from Patrick Ness

I wanted him to do it, I wanted it to happen- And it did. I controlled him. Just like the Mayor. I watch him go, still walking to the food store, like it was his own idea. My hands are shaking. Bloody hell.

But guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

And a part of you wished it would just end, said the monster, even if it meant losing her. Conor nodded, barely able to speak.

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.

Stop this, Conor O'Malley, the monster said, gently. This is why I came walking, to tell you this so that you may heal. You must listen. Conor swallowed again. "I'm listening." You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

He's uncertain what's going to happen next. But he is certain that that's actually the point. If this is all a story, then that's what the story means. If it isn't a story, then the exact same is true.

It was almost over. He was almost there. He had never, not once in his life, felt this powerful.

No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en un punto intermedio.

Schier unglaublich - für den Rest der Welt ging das Leben einfach weiter. Für den Rest der Welt, der nicht wartete.

Memory is stupid, ain't it?

Du schreibst die Geschichte deines Lebens nicht mit Worten, sagte das Monster. Du schreibst sie mit Taten. Es ist nicht wichtig, was du denkst. Wichtig ist nur, was du tust.

You'll stay?" Conor whispered to the monster, barely able to speak. "You'll stay until…" I will stay, the monster said, its hands still on Conor's shoulders. Now all you have to do is speak the truth.

Pero, ¿qué importa la distancia si sólo fuera un sueño? ¿Acaso un sueño no podría cruzar toda la ciudad andando?

Men and their Noise. I don't know how they do it, how they stand each other

soft man who made himself a hard man by drinking whisky in the classroom

He heard the creaking and cracking of wood again, groaning like a living thing, like the hungry stomach of the world growling for a meal. Then

Y si nadie te ve, se puede decir que estes ahi?

The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seem to suggest otherwise.

No tienes miedo, ¿eh? - No –dijo Conor-. Por lo menos, no de ti. El monstruo entrecerró los ojos. - Ya lo tendrás –dijo-. Antes del final.

Las historias son lo más salvaje de todo –tronó la voz del monstruo-. Las historias persiguen y muerden y cazan.

I kept thinking, in another life, if I made different choices, it could be you and me instead.

I am this wild earth, come for you.

Rewards, my tender pigpiss.

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." Hw's looking at me now. " And otherwise normal men become monsters, too