It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.It’s not a weakness.It’s your best strength.
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, we’d go crazy.
You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there’s always more than this. There’s always something you don’t know.
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.
Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it’s dangerous, that it’s painful and risky, that it’s making a dare in the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?
I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it’s dangerous, too, that it’s painful and risky, that it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?
And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.
You be as angry as you need to be,” she said. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and
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.
And she says, “Then let’s just take the effing road and get ourselves to Hav
Manchee comes outta the bushes and sits down next to me cuz I’ve stopped right there in the middle of a trail. He looks around to see what I might be seeing and then he says, ”Good poo, Todd.” ”I’m sure it was, Manch
Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.
Maybe hearts don’t ever stop breaking once broken.
It’s love. But it’s a different kind,””Doesn’t make it any less love, though.
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.
War is a monster. War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows. And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.
If war is hard – and it is, forever and always – then after war is just as hard, in a different way.
But what is a dream, Conor O’Malley? Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?
A peace that blacked yer eye,’ I say. ‘A peace that split yer lip.’ He looks at me for another second and then gives a sad snort. “The words of a sage,” he says, “in the voice of a hick.
I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be insid
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.
I have had as many names as there are years to time itself! roared the monster. I am Herne the Hunter! I am Cernunnos! I am the eternal Green Man!
We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.
But when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too.
It’s like he’s my family, except better, because I’ve chosen him.
Funny how you can forget that every family isn’t like yours.
Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.
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.
And what exactly do you think this proves?” he spits. “You’ve got power, but you don’t know what to do wit
Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?
You won’t,” says the Mayor, smiling again. “Everyone knows you aren’t a killer, Todd.”He pushes Viola forward again -She calls out from the pain of it -Viola, I t
He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.
I don’t believe in guardian angels,” Regine says seriously. “Just people who are there for you and people who aren’t.
He really is alone in whatever hell this is.Completely and utterly alone.’It isn’t,’ he thinks, as he trudges back toward his house, ‘the most unfamiliar feeling in the world.
Just remember, please, most of that stuff is in the past. It isn’t the story I want to tell. At all.You needed to know it, but for the rest of this, I’m choosing my own story.Because if you can’t do that, you might as well just give up.
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.
I wish I had a hundred years,” she said, very quietly. “A hundred years I could give to you.
Blame is a human concept, one of its blackest and most selfish and self-binding.
Stories don’t always have happy endings.”This stopped him. Because they didn’t, did they? That’s one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn’t expect.
To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility.
Choices may be unbelievably hard but they’re never impossible. To say you have no choice is to release yourself from responsibility and that’s not how a person with integrity acts.
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.
You’re a good boy. I wish you didn’t have to be quite so good
It’s not how we fall. It’s how we get back up again.
Never pass up the chance to be kissing someone. It’s the worst kind of regret.
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.
The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.
What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?
It’ll make you look rugged,’ Mel says.’Because I woke up this morning,’ I say, ‘and the one thing I realized I lacked was ruggedness.
Feelings don’t try to kill you,even the painful ones. Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You’re responsible for its consequences, you’re responsible for treating it
In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.
I don’t want to die. I want to live. I want to live long enough so I can really live.
HELP!”I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listenin
There’s a bunch od huge churchs clustered together, trying to blend in with all the family-themed restaurants, because salvation is as easy as chicken wings, I guess.
We would do what we must. The world is big. Surely there is a space in it for one like you and one like me.
If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that.
If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.
I love that you’re worried,’ she says, ‘but you’re worried about all the wrong things.
As incredible as it seemed, time kept moving forward for the rest of the world.The rest of the world that wasn’t waiting.
We’re each other’s questions, aren’t we? The question that never gets an answer.
If you’re too specific, people will purposely mishear you so they can be outraged about whatever thing that usually outrages them.
TODD!” I shout again -And he looks at me -And I hear my name in his Noise -And I know it -I know it in my heart -Right now -Todd Hewitt -There’s nothing we can’t do toge
Spackle!” Manchee barks, tho he’s too chicken to attack now that I’ve held back. “Spackle! Spackle! Spackle!”“Shut up, Manchee,” I say.“Spack
The future of fiction? he said. Maybe, she said. Will it have room for, you know, love & stuff? he said. Always, she said. OK then, he said.
Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that’s how we’ll know life is finally finished.
Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.
Libraries are not facing crisis, they are in crisis.
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
Blame is something that is shared and denied in equal measures.