Quotes from Malorie Blackman

And round and round and round. Why couldn't I get past the letter? Like poison id had seeped into every image and every memory I kept of Callum, polluting them until I couldn't tell which was real and what was just wishful thinking any more. Until at last, I was forced to face the inescapable fact that, for whatever reason, Callum had written the letter.

There are no such things as friends. Just acquaintances who haven't let you down yet.

The media called us ruthless terrorists. We're not. We're just fighting for what's right. Being born a nought shouldn't automatically slam shut myriad doors before you've even drawn your first breath.

You have the same smile, the same shaped eyes, the same way of tilting your head to listen, the same stubborn streak, the same common sense. Lots of things about you and him are the same.

And just like that, I'd been assessed and judged. Nurse Fashoda didn't know the first thing about me but she'd taken one look at my face and now she reckoned she knew my whole life story -- what had gone before and what was yet to come.

He thought astrology was a load of bosh! Didn't believe in stars and planets telling his fortune or anyone else's.

No-one understood. No-one. Least of all - me.

It was because I was scared. Scared of standing out, scared of being invisible. Scared of seeming too big, scared of being too small.

Sorry implies that if you could go back, you'd do things differently. We both know that you wouldn't change a thing.

The status quo is never news, only challenges to it.

I mean you're cute, but not that cute. Would Rhea really risk life in a maximum security detention unit just so that she could press herself against your manly body?

He wrapped his arms around me. We were cuddled up like a couple of spoons in a cutlery drawer.

We were comfort kissing, that's all. We wrapped our arms around each other for solace. Bear hugging. Squeezing the life out of each other as if we were trying to merge together. When at last we loosened our grip, in a strange way we were both more calm. Physically, at least. Not mentally.

One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.

My rear end was blood-raw from my so called brilliant ideas rebounding on me.

His eyes were a lot older than fifteen." Persephone Hadley(,regarding Callum McGregor)

Noughts... Even the word was negative. Nothing. Nil. Zero. Nonentities. It wasn't a name we'd chosen for ourselves. It was a name we'd been given.

Meggie turned back to watch the children. Life was so simple for them. Their biggest worry was what they'd get for their birthdays. Their biggest grumble was the time they had to go to bed. Maybe things would be different for them…Better. Meggie forced herself to believe that things would be better for the children, otherwise what was the point of it all?" — Meggie McGregor

That was all it took – a shower of rain, the slam of a door, the thrust of a knife or a gunshot – and just like that, a person could be gone with nothing but the memories of others to show that they'd ever existed.

My dad was Callum McGregor. Hanged for political terrorism. Hanged for being a rapist and a murderer. Hanged for being a son of a bitch.

like a window had been thrown open inside my head and my heart, where there had been closed shutters before.

A yawning hole deep inside me was begging to be filled up with words and thoughts and ideas and facts and fictions." Callum McGregor

Books and knowledge don't make for a safe world. Just the opposite. Books and knowledge are facets of the truth and the truth can be very dangerous.

But faith is so easy to hold onto when you don't need it. And so hard to find when you do.