Quotes from Patrick Ness

Ideals, my girl," she says. "Always easier to believe in than live." "But if you don't at least try to live them," Bradley says, "then there's no point in living at all.

The loud is a different kind of loud, because swamp loud is just curiosity, creachers figuring out who you are and if yer a threat. Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yerself left at all? Swamp

For there are devils in the deep but worse are the ones we make.

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism,

Physical beauty, of all the curses, was obviously the best you could get. It was still a curse though.

We'd all met in the office and told the vice principal—who, like all vice principals, is genetically Nazi—what we'd seen. He

I don't believe in guardian angels," Regine says seriously. "Just people who are there for you and people who aren't.

So what do I do?" he finally asked. You do what you did just now, the monster said. You speak the truth. "That's it?" You think it is easy? The monster raised two enormous eyebrows. You were willing to die rather than speak it.

The best liar is the one who believes her lie is true.

Nevertheless, continued the monster, it was a kingdom, small but happy, for the king was a just king, a man whose wisdom was born out of hardship.

Because humans are complicated beasts, the monster said. How can a queen be both a good witch and a bad witch? How can a prince be a murderer and a saviour? How can an apothecary be evil-tempered but right-thinking? How can a parson be wrong-thinking but good-hearted? How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?

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. It's not a weakness– It's your best strength

A memory is not the thing remembered

Well, Adam thought. I've had my mouth on his bare skin. That seemed to be effective.

I am not your enemy, Todd Hewitt," he says one more time. "Just tell me her name and this will all stop." I

Because who can say in the end that any one of these places is more real than any other?

Do you believe there's hope at the end?" I ask. "No," she says simply, looking away. "No, I don't, but I'm still going." She eyes me. "You coming with?

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my Noise like whispers of the truth. "I think 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 difference is that I think you never do it. Even if you're tempted, even if you're really close, because who knows? There might be more.

Las historias son criaturas salvajes -dijo el monstruo-. Cuando las sueltas, ¿quién sabe los desastres que pueden causar?

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.

è questo che vogliono sempre fare, i mostri. Parlare.

Your stomach isn't the boss of you,' Mel says evenly. 'Oh,' Jared says, realizing. 'Sorry-' Mel shakes her head, brushing it off. 'Not what I meant. Your heart isn't the boss of you other. Thinks it is. Isn't. You can always choose. Always.' 'You can't choose not to feel,' Henna says. 'But you can choose how to act.

Le storie sono creature selvagge e indomite, continuò il mostro. Quando le liberi, chi può sapere quali sconvolgimenti potranno compiere?