Quotes from Patrick Ness

Who knows what new devils we might create? And so now I tell you my story. Now is the time. For rumours swirl and oceans stir and in that maelstrom, I fear, devils will rise. Are rising. Have risen. 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.

But how are you this fine evening? —My arches are falling. —Isn't that the first line of a sonnet?

That's the kind of thing you want to tell a teenager: Worry a little bit less. There will always be somebody who thinks you're just the bee's knees and is really attracted to you... I wouldn't have believed it. But it would have been nice to hear.

This must be insanity. (But I'm as sane as anyone.)

And at last he spoke the final and total truth. [...] "I don't want you to go", he said again. And that was all he needed to say. He leaned forward onto her bed and put his arm around her. Holding her. He knew it would come, and soon, maybe even this 12.07. The moment she would slip from his grasp, no matter how tightly he held on. Butnot this moment, the monster whispered, still close. Not just yet. Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

Although doesn't really matter how many time you do it: you think it's going to make your life less lonely, but it never does.

There is a brightness on her face and she keeps urging me on with tilts of her head and smiles and 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 to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

Despair was one thing, despair had a component of energy, despair grappled and fought, despair needed you alive to feel its pain, but sadness, sadness was something else altogether. Sadness was a slow vampire. Sadness reached in and uncorked you like a full tub. Sadness was the parasite that killed its host.

I want her so much, my heart feels heavy, like i'm grieving. Is this what they meant about that stomach feeling? They didn't say it felt this sad.

I'd heard there were some gay girls in senior year who were dating each other right out in the open. But not any boys. Its different for boys. I mean, everybody knows somebody gay - duh, it's not 1980 or something - but not at school. At school, it was a secret, and you were on your own.

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Youth is a form of mental illness.

Nunca pierdas la oportunidad de besar a alguien. No hay cosa de la que uno se arrepienta más