Patrick Ness Quotes

- Не разбирам. Кой е добрият в тази история?
- Не е задължително в една история да има добър. Както не е задължително да има лош. Всъщност повечето хора са нещо средно - нито добри, нито лоши

"I'll ask ye this once," the woman says, lifting the rifle again. "Am I gonna need this?"
I exchange a glance with Viola.
"No," I say.
"No, mam," Viola says.
Mam? I think.
"It's like sir, bonny boy." The woman slings the rifle over her shoulder by its strap. "For if yer a-talking to a lady."

I know everything about you. What you hide. What you dream.

There's so much proscription in the lives of young people, and it's so vital to have a place that says, look, here are the doors onto the world and amazingly, you're free to choose any one you like. - Patrick Ness on Libraries

You do not write your life with words. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

I hate myself. Almost all the time. I try not to tell anyone because I don’t want to burden them, but I feel like I’m falling farther and farther away from them. Like the well’s getting deeper and I’m running out of energy to climb it and any minute now, any second, it’s going to stop being worth even trying.

There's only one room on this planet for one side to be dominant, Todd.

There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than the story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

He could probably even guess what Harry would say next in that calm, amused voice of his that seemed to mimic every adult you never wanted to meet.

"Yer a dead man!" Davy shouts, going in a full circle with the horse jumping and rearing.
"Yer half right," I say.

What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

This is it. This is goodbye. A goodbye I wasn't even looking for.

"But I just put my hand on the back of his neck-
And he says, "Viola-?"
And I pull myself toward him-
And I kiss him.
And it feels like, finally."

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down.

It's like a rule of life that yer automatically happier when you don't gotta worry about something.