Quotes by Patrick Ness

Its not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.Its that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.Its not a weakness.Its your best strength.

His noise is getting quieter, but I can still see it there still-See how he feels the skin of my hand against his, see how he wants to take it and press it against his mouth, how he wants to breathe in the smell of me and how beautiful I look to him, how strong after all that illness, and how he wants to just lightly touch my neck, just there, and how he wants to take me in his arms and-Oh, God, he says, looking away suddenly. Viola, Im sorry, I didnt mean-But I just put my hand to the back of his neck-And he says, Viola-?And I pull myself towards him-And I kiss him.And it feels like, finally.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, wed go crazy.

People see stories everywhere...We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isnt true...We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, wed go crazy.

You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, theres always more than this. Theres always something you dont know.

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.

Because sometimes there are problems bigger than this week’s end of the world and sometimes you just have to find the extraordinary in your ordinary life.

Being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day.

A good idea always attracts other good ideas.

Librarians are tour-guides for all of knowledge.

You wont, says the Mayor, smiling again. Everyone knows you arent a killer, Todd.He pushes Viola forward again -She calls out from the pain of it -Viola, I think - -I grit my teeth and raise the rifle -I cock it -And I say whats true -I would kill to save her, I say.

Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that its dangerous, that its painful and risky, that its making a dare in the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

HELP!”I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out-..It’s empty.Viola’s breathing heavy in my arms .And Haven is empty.I reach the middle of the square.I don’t see nor hear a soul.I spin around again.“HELP!” I cry.But there’s no one.Haven’s completely empty.There ain’t hope here after all.

I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that its dangerous, too, that its painful and risky, that its making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

There is a brightness on her face and she keeps urging me on with tilts of her head and smiles and I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that its dangerous, too, that its painful and risky, that its making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

And if one day, she said, really crying now, you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldnt even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.

And I put my hand on her arm to stop her rowing.Aaron’s Noise roars up in red and black.The current takes us on.“I’m sorry!” I cry as the river takes us away, my words ragged things torn from me, my chest pulled so tight I can’t barely breathe. “I’m sorry, Manchee!”?”“Manchee!” I scream.Aaron brings his free hand towards my dog.“MANCHEE!”?”And Aaron wrenches his arms and there’s a CRACK and a scream and a cut-off yelp that tears my heart in two forever and forever.And the pain is too much it’s too much it’s too much and my hands are on my head and I’m rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that’s inside of me.

And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.

His absence is so big its like hes there.