Quotes from Patrick Ness

People ask for what they need in different ways. Sometimes by not even asking for it at all

And I'll find you– You bet yer life on it– I'll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

We negotiated peace with them the first time, my girl, because we were in a position of strength. That's how wars work, that's how truces work. We show them we've got more power than they imagine and they're more willing to make peace.

Y cómo se supone que eso me salvará a mí de ella? El monstruo se puso de pie cuan largo era, y miró a Conor desde las alturas. - No es de ella de quien necesitas salvarte.

Nunca mas invisible -Pero hay cosas peores que ser invisible

But there's always hope," Ben says. "You always have to hope.

Manchee and me are quiet as possible going past the front door of the Church. Praying Noise comes from inside, it's got a special feel to it, a special purply sick feel like men are bleeding it out, even tho it's always the same stuff but the purply blood just keeps on coming. Help us, save us, forgive us, help us, save us, forgive us, get us outta here, please, God, please, God, please, God, tho as far as I know no one's never heard no Noise back from this God fella.

So the thing to remember, the thing that's most important of all that I might say in this here telling of things is that Noise ain't truth, Noise is what men want to be true, and there's a difference twixt those two things so big that it could ruddy well kill you if you don't watch out.

That was Gudmund's biggest fault. That he couldn't be anyone's everything. But that he'd try anyway.

He knew she wouldn't be in there – he couldn't hear the kettle boiling, which she always did first thing – but he'd found himself asking for her a lot lately when he entered rooms in the house.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

Le storie sono fra tutte le cose le più selvagge. Le storie inseguono, predano e mordono.

Las historias no tienen siempre un final feliz. Eso lo desconcertó. Porque era verdad, no siempre acababan bien. El monstruo se lo había enseñado. Las historias eran criaturas salvajes, muy salvajes, y salían disparadas en la dirección que menos esperabas.

But there are harder things than being invisible, it said

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. But Michael, you're not responsible for causing it.

But the thing about good ideas is that they grow other ideas. Almost before I could help it, Siobhan's ideas were suggesting new ones to me, and I began to feel that itch that every writer longs for: the itch to start getting words down, the itch to tell a story.

Hay cosas peores que ser invisible", había dicho el monstruo, y tenía razón. Conor ya no era invisible. Ahora todos lo veían. Pero estaba más lejos que nunca.

Cómo puede una reina ser a la vez una bruja buena y una bruja mala? ¿Cómo puede un príncipe ser a la vez un asesino y un salvador? ¿Cómo puede un boticario tener un carácter del demonio pero ser recto en sus principios? ¿Cómo puede un párroco tener malos pensamientos y un buen corazón? ¿Cómo es posible que los hombres invisibles estén más solos cuando consiguen que todo el mundo los vea?

She's always saying that being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day." She catches my eye. "Which is something I believe, too." "So what happened?" I ask. "Why isn't she still in charge?" "She made a mistake," Corinne says primly. "People who didn't like her took advantage of it." "What kind of mistake?" Her permanent frown gets bigger. "She saved a life.

The knife is alive. As long as I hold it, as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will.

Por increíble que pudiera parecer, el tiempo seguía pasando para el resto del mundo. El resto del mundo que no estaba a la espera.

Hate is the key. Hate is the driver. Hate is the fire that purifies the soldier. The soldier must hate .

I'm too busy repeatedly counting ketchup bottles and wishing I was dead, wishing I was dead, wishing I was dead, wishing I was dead.

Just because my thoughts and feelings don't spill out into the world in a shout that never stops doesn't mean I don't have them.