Quotes from Patrick Ness

In a place of all this beauty and potential, we just repeat the same mistakes. Do we hate paradise so much we have to be sure it becomes a trash heap?

The ache of it. The ache of missing Gudmmund is so great he can barely stand it. Of missing how safe being with him felt, how easy it was, how funny and relaxed. Of missing the physical stuff, of course, but more than that, the intimacy, the closeness. Of missing just being held like that, cared for.

If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that.

How you leave the reader is so important - not the climax; I call it the 'exit feeling'.

I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare into the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines

I just feel like my body is in all these different pieces and even though it looks like I'm all put together, the pieces are really just floating there and if I fall down too hard, I'll fly apart.

Tu vida no las escribes con palabras -dijo el monstruo-. La escribes con acciones. Lo que piensas no es importante. Lo único importante es lo que haces.

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines on a page.

Ma che cos'è un sogno, Conor O'Malley? Chi può dire che non sia un sogno tutto il resto?

You fuck! You fucking fuck! Nobody fucking … You fuck! Fucking talks to me! Fucking tells me. Tells me. Stupid fuck. 'Chemically' fuck! Fuck!

Destruction is very satisfying

Besides, what was more perfect an object than a book? The different rags of paper, smooth or rough under your fingers. The edge of the page pressed into your thumbprint as you turned a new chapter. The way your bookmark -fancy, modest, scrap paper, candy wrapper -moved through the width of it, marking your progress, a little further each time you folded it shut.

Wherever you are, it's okay. You can come back from it. Whatever happened to you down there, whatever the world looks like now, that's not how it always looks. That's not how it's always going to look. There's more. There's always more.

Eugene turned the key. A sound like a two-story house being shat out the asshole of a zebra ripped through the dashboard.

Because paper is a thing," I say, "and sometimes you need things rather than just thoughts.

Everything's always ending. But everything's always beginning, too.

I thought I could organise freedom. How Scandinavian of me. –Björk

Uneori, oamenii au nevoie s? se mint? pe ei în?i?i mai mult decât pe oricine altcineva.

Learn to take criticism. Your first draft won't be perfect, and it's damaging to the book to think that it is. Every great book you've ever read has been rewritten a dozen times. This is the hardest think to learn (trust me), but very, very important.

Mintea ta va crede orice minciuni atâta vreme cât acestea î?i vor aduce lini?te, f?r? s? ignori, în tot acest timp, adev?rurile dureroase care au dus la apari?ia acestor minciuni necesare.

Credin?a reprezint? jum?tate din puterea de vindecare a unui om. Credin?a în leac, credin?a în viitorul care te a?teapt?.

You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there's always more than this. There's always something you don't know.

Death is suddenly objectionable to you when the dead has a name you know?