Patrick Ness Quotes - Page 2

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

You said war should never be personal, but that’s all it’s ever been for me.

Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.

That's the thing I'm learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don't change it, it don't get changed.

I don't think it's about making us fall. It's about how we get up again.

HERE
It’s-
Can I say?
It’s like the song of a family where everything’s always all right, it’s a song of belonging that makes you belong just by hearing it, it’s a song that’ll always take care of you and never leave you. If you have a heart, it breaks, if you have a heart that’s broken, it fixes.

And yeah, I know most people would think it weird that two guy friends touch as much as we do, but when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too. This is how we work. I hope you get to choose your family and I hope it means as much to you as mine does to me.

And what exactly do you think this proves?" he spits. "You've got power, but you don't know what to do with it."
VIOLA
"Looks like I'm doing fine," I say.

Stories are the wildest things of all. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day.

So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?"
And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.
"Always," I say to him. "Every time.

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.