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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?Patrick Ness
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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.“ H E L P! ” I cry. But there’s no one. Haven’s completely empty. There ain’t hope here after all.Patrick Ness
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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?Patrick Ness
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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.“ M A N C H E E! ”?” 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.Patrick Ness
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His absence is so big it's like he's there.Patrick Ness
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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.Patrick Ness
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And she says, “Then let’s just take the effing road and get ourselves to HavPatrick Ness
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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, ManchPatrick Ness
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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.Patrick Ness
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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.Patrick Ness
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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.Patrick Ness
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HEREIt’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.Patrick Ness
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HereIt'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.Patrick Ness
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There's her silence, loud as a roar, pulling at me like the greatest sadness ever, like I want to take it and press myself into it and just disappear forever down into nothing. What a relief that would feel like right now. What a blessed relief.Patrick Ness
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Her accent's funny, different from mine, different from anyone in Prentisstown's. Her lips make different kinds of outlines for the letters, like they're swooping down on them from above, pushing them into shape, telling them what to say. In Prentisstown, everyone talks like they're sneaking up on their words, ready to club them from behind.Patrick Ness
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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, ManchPatrick Ness
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Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.Patrick Ness
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And I know I’ve lost. Everything is lost. Everything is over.“ As the newly appointed President of this fair planet of ours, ” the Mayor says, holding out his hands as if to show me the world for the first time, ” let me be the very first to welcome you to its new capital city.”“ Todd?” Viola whispers, her eyes closed. I hold her tightly to me.“ I’m sorry, ” I whisper to her. “I’m so sorry.” We’ve run right into a trap. We’ve run right off the end of the world.“ Welcome, ” says the Mayor, ” to the New Prentisstown.Patrick Ness
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A sematary, " I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle." It's a place for burying dead folk, "Patrick Ness
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HELP! ”I race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listeninPatrick Ness
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Spackle! ” Manchee barks, tho he’s too chicken to attack now that I’ve held back. “Spackle! Spackle! Spackle! ”“Shut up, Manchee, ” I say.“ SpackPatrick Ness
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Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished.Patrick Ness