Patrick Ness Quotes

I’ll find you — Keep calling for me, Viola — Cuz here I come.

No penséis que no habéis vivido lo bastante como para no tener una historia que contar.

I feel like I'm at the bottom of a well. I feel like I'm way down this deep, deep hole and I'm looking up and all there is is this little dot of light and I have to shout at the top of my lungs for anyone to hear me and even when I do, I say the wrong thing or they don't really listen or they're just humouring me.

And love and care have all kinds of different faces, and within them, there’s room for understanding, and for forgiveness, and for more.

Now that, said the monster, is how destruction is properly done.

Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?

"Schooling ain't life."
"Ain't it?" she says, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise.

He loved physical books with the same avidity other people loved horses or wine or prog rock. He'd never really warmed to ebooks because they seemed to reduce a book to a computer file, and computer files were disposable things, things you never really owned. He had no emails from ten years ago but still owned every book he bought that year. Besides, what was more perfect an object than a book? The different rags of paper, smooth or rough under your fingers. The edge of the page pressed into your thumbprint as you turned a new chapter. The way your bookmark - fancy, modest, scrap paper, candy wrapper - moved through the width of it, marking your progress, a little further each time you folded it shut.

Don't deceive me. Never leave me.

"We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?"
"I hope not," I say

Viola?
Keep calling for me–

And I’ll keep searching for you–

And I’ll find you–

You bet yer life on it–

I’ll find you–

Keep calling for me, Viola–

Cuz here I come.

The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say.
About anything.

Are you being a good boy for your mum?”
Conor’s grandma pinched Conor’s cheeks so hard he swore she was going to draw blood.
“He’s been very good, Ma,” Conor’s mother said, winking at him from behind his grandma, her favorite blue scarf tied around her head. “So there’s no need to inflict quite so much pain.

"I couldn't stand the waiting anymore. I couldn't stand how alone it made me feel."

And a part of you wished it would just end, said the monster, even if it meant losing her.

And the nightmare began. The nightmare that always ended with -
"I let her go," Conor choked out. "I could have held on but I let her go."

And that, the monster said, is the truth.

"I didn't mean it, though!" Conor said, his voice rising. "I didn't mean to let her go! And now it's for real! Now she's going to die and it's my fault!"

And that, the monster said, is not the truth at all.

To live is to fight, to preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.