Quotes from Patrick Ness

Metete en lios

For Rachel, it might have even been worse, because she had known the rules for a long time, had thrived on them, and had maybe now - if her equally unprecedented lunch outburst was anything to go by - found them empty.

Was it prediction? Had she had a proper vision? Or was it a command, as it so often feels in the case of the prophetic? When you predict the future, when you do so strongly and you cling to it, how much of that future do you then cause to happen?

And sometimes you need things rather than just thoughts.

It's like he's my family, except better, because I've chosen him.

How was he ever going to get any rest if his dreams were going to be this tiring?

Jarvis had to keep avoiding the increasing numbers of both rioters and fleeing citizens as well as a number of people in cars with the same idea. He was surprised to feel annoyed. Here was the first honest-to-goodness miracle he was witness to in his entire life as a clergyman and he wasn't able to see it because he had to keep his eyes on the road. Why were the mysteries of faith so inscrutable?

The key is never sheer numbers. The key is the correct catalyst. A pebble can start a landslide and the boulders have no say in the matter as they tumble down the hill.

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.

We would have wanted you to like us. We realise now that we probably would have failed.

In her dreams, she flies.

Yes,' said Jasper, flatly, 'and it was very illuminating. It is, perhaps, less illuminating now.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. " -A Monster Calls

That is what death is, a state of constant hunger, for the things you've left behind, for your memories, for life.

Soothe your throats. Injustice has not followed you here.

A few of you are here by choice. Or at least by Switzerland.

If prophecy were pure, it would be fact, but it is not. And yet how it drives us, even when all I have ever seen is that the only prophecy that has any accuracy—any purity —is the one that self-fulfils...Will the world end in darkness because it is foretold? Or because there will be those who believe it so strongly they will make it so? In the fear that I always try to hide in my heart, I wonder if there is even a difference.

The past always fails those who grasp at it.

The great trick of the devil is to make you want to see him. But it is only when you see him that you fear him. And by then, it is too late...We are too eager to build devils. Is it only a matter of time before we are at war again?

Albert got her to her feet. He gathered her few wayward things and delicately placed a hand on an unburnt spot to help her walk. —You're going to have this two-tone problem for a while. Your backside is as white as virgin pearl. —A moan will have to suffice for a witty rejoinder. —I'll pretend to be dazzled.

I watched him, warily. "You have let your devil get away from you." He looked genuinely confused. "To what other purpose is a devil?

Do all these things, but do not pretend there is a must. That is how evil is rationalized

I'm choosing my own story. Because if you can't do that, you might as well give up.

Forty-seven generations before, the King of the Southerners had stolen a rhinoceros out of the Northern King's private zoo. (—That's it? —Wars have started for less. —But that's stupid. —Precisely.)