Patrick Ness Quotes - Page 6

You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

War makes monsters out of men.

To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it. ~Mistress Coyle

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

Here is the boy, drowning.

To live is to fight, to preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.

But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.

And it feels like, finally.

Too much talking," I say. "Not enough running.

You went up a girl and came down a woman.

That's what librarians do. They open up the world. Because knowledge is useless if you don’t know how to find it, if you don’t even know where to begin to look.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.

I'll do it, Todd," I whisper. "I'll come with you." And he doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand harder and brings it up to his face like he wants to breathe me in.

I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it’s pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side.

even when peaceful cooperation is the obvious thing, the only thing that will keep any of us alive- There are still people who won't make that choice

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.

War makes monsters of men, you once said to me Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.

Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

A knife is only as good as the one who wields it.

So who are you then, Todd Hewitt?" he says. "What makes you so special?" Now that, I think, is a very good asking.

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.