Quotes from Kevin Brooks

this is what i know it doesn't hurt any more this is

Why shine, when there's nothing to shine on?

We can't always follow our hearts, no matter how good our intentions are. Sometimes, whether we like it or not, we just have to do whatever's necessary to keep ourselves going.

I'm not sure what happened to me over the last few days. I lost myself, I think. I sank down into a hole for a while. They're tricky things, holes. You don't know you're in one until you get out.

Why couldn't I have a normal name? Keith Watson, Darren Jones — something like that. . . . Unless you've got an odd name yourself, you wouldn't know what it's like. You wouldn't understand. They say sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you. Oh, yeah? Well, whoever thought that one up was an idiot. An idiot with an ordinary name, probably. Words hurt .

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control.

You can do just about anything you want — as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, or anything, it's probably OK.

It's like the difference between a well-constructed ball of string and a raggedy old pile of knots. With the ball of string you can get hold of one end, slowly unravel it and eventually you'll find out where it comes from. But with the pile of knots you pull on one and the whole things moves at once. . . . The austere simplicity of fiction versus the tangled wool of fact. Who said that? Einstein again? . . . Or did I?

I might have taken a little more time, I might have allowed myself a longer goodbye.. soaking up every little detail until the memory was firmly lodged in my mind forever. But that's not how it works is it? And maybe it's better that way. Because some things are never meant to be anything more than a moment. And that was one of them. -Cait

Istnieje ca?e mnóstwo uczu?: mi?o??, nienawi??, podekscytowanie, zak?opotanie, strach, gniew, po??danie, poczucie winy, wstyd, wyrzuty sumienia, ?al... I ?adnego z nich nie potrafimy kontrolowa?.

Det finns dagar då allt ljus har slocknat och alla du möter är kalla och fulla av hat. De bryr sig inte om någon-ting. Och i dag var det en sådan dag.

Det finns sådant som inte är ämnat att bli någonting mer än ett ögonblick.

Vi- ett ögonblick. Det var precis vad vi var: Ett ögonblick. Ingen framtid, inget förflutet, ingenting bortom nuet.

Cuál es la diferencia entre carne complicada y metal complicado? ¿Qué es una vida? ¿Qué hace una vida? ¿La historia? ¿El tiempo? ¿Los recuerdos? ¿Los sentidos? ¿La forma en que ves las cosas? ¿Lo que ves? ¿Lo que escuchas? ¿Cómo te sientes? ¿Cómo haces cualquier cosa? ¿Cómo respiras? ¿Cómo creces? ¿Cómo piensas?

You can't make them unhappen. You can't just leave them behind, because once they've happened, they're part of you, part of your past, and their memories become part of your present, and their consequences become part of your future. Things that happen become you. And you can never leave yourself behind.

Stories aren't facts, Cait, they're not details. Stories are feelings. You've got your feelings, haven't you?" "Too many," I said. "Well, that's all you need." He put his hand on mine. "Cry yourself a story, love. It works. Believe me." So that's what I did, I cried myself a story. And this is it.

What's wrong with silence? Listen to it, it's beautiful.

El miedo nos mantiene vivos.

I looked her in the eye, trying to see beyond the pose, trying to imagine what she was like when she was alone... but I couldn't see it. That sort of girl is never alone, because without other people they have to be themselves, and they can't stand themselves.

Jenny dies in my arms. Goes to sleep, doesn't wake up. My tears taste of blood.

I wanted it to stop. I wanted everything to stop: the noise, the fear, the stink, the pain, the sickening ache in my belly. I didn't want to feel anything anymore. I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be scared. I didn't want to be brave. I didn't want to be strong or weak or smart or stupid or precious or careless or dead... I didn't want to be anything.