Quotes by Ransom Riggs

Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.

At the heart of natures mystery lies another mystery.

An air of mystery closed around the details of his early life. I didnt pry. He had been through hell and had a right to his secrets.

Right at the flamingo orgy! Left at the multiethnic roof Santas! Straight past the pissing cherubs!

I knew there was something peculiar about you, she said. And I mean that as the highest compliment. Id always known I was strange. I never dreamed I was peculiar.

A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.

Everything happens for a reason.

I slammed out of the Priest Hole and started walking, heading nowhere in particular. Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me.

Maybe, she said. Maybe. But now youre making promises you might not be able to keep, and thats how people in love get very badly hurt.

Which was just well: goodbyes had never been my strong suit anyway, and lately my life had felt like an unbroken series of them. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Ill never understand ninety-nine percent of humanity. - Enoch

When I was a kid, Granpa Portmans fantastic stories meant it was possible to live a magical life. Even after I stopped believing them, there was still something magical about my grandfather. To have endured all the horrors he did, to have seen the worst of humanity and to have your life made unrecognised by it, to come out of all that the honorable and good and brave person I knew him to be - THAT was magical.

The day that lay before (was) full of infinite possibilities, though in a million superficial ways it was identical to the day before.

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.

She had a heart the size of France and the lucky few whom she loved, she loved with every square inch of it. But its size made it dangerous.

...so one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldnt become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. Id been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.

He closed the laptop. A sure sign I was about to receive his full attention.

By morning I was worn out. My limbs felt heavy as wood, my head cottony. I mightve felt better if I hadnt slept at all.

Maybe I could use a little metal on the inside, I thought. If Id kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?Easy—I’d be at home, medicating myself into a monotone. Drowning my sorrows in video games. Working shifts at Smart Aid. Dying inside, day by day, from regret.