Quotes About Patrick Ness

It's fun being paid to read stuff and air your opinion about it - pretty much a dream job for a writer.

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

Plot is a framework on which to drape other things. So once that's working, I can just let it go and do all the stuff that I love - 'Trojan horse' it. There are so many great YA heroines, and that's fantastic, but what about the emotionally complex boy out there? That's who I tend to write about.

You think I tell you stories to teach you lessons ? the monster said. You think I have coming walking out of time and earth itself to teach you a lesson in niceness ?

Submit! Juliet's Joy screeches underneath him at no one in particular. "I've got to get a new horse," the Mayor mutters.

He was the thing the world had suffered from most in her four billion years of existence: a stupid man with power.

As to how you'll help me," he says. "Well, we have met the Answer, have we not?" He turns back to look at us, his eyes glinting. "It's time for them to meet the Ask.

Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo." "Just have yer stupid poo and quit yapping about it.

This was a kingdom. ("What?" Conor said, looking around his backyard. "Here?") (The monster cocked its head at him curiously. You have not heard of it? ) ("Not a kingdom around here, no," Conor said. "We don't even have a McDonald's.")

Then she said, with mock horror, "She's going to bring some of her old wigs, if you can believe it." She rubbed her bare head with her free hand. "I'll look like a zombie Margaret Thatcher.

Do you not wonder sometimes, she showed now, sadly, if in some ways they are correct? That we are asking too much of the world? "No," he said. "They're the ones who are asking for too little.

Sarah felt that any world that needed this many lessons must have something deeply wrong with it.

gust of British wind tousles my hair. (Top of the morning! Oh, no, wait, that's Irish.) It's

I am this wild earth, come for you.

never got to meet Siobhan Dowd. I only know her the way that most of the rest of you will – through her superb books. Four electric young adult novels, two published in her lifetime, two after her too-early death. If

Conor furrowed his forehead. "You're making that up.") (The monster's face went stormy. You dare to question me, boy?)

The fact that she was a young female with Noise was enough to stun him for a moment. Human women didn't have it, of course, something that had caused no end of difficulty, given how eager humans were to be outraged about difference.

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

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

Patrick Ness, A MONSTER CALLS