Ransom Riggs Quotes

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.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.

If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

If you must fail ... fail spectacularly!

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.

What I believe when it comes to big things in life, there are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason. You are here for a reason - and it's not to fail and die.

Some truths are expressed best in the form of myth.

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

Maybe it was better, now and then, to wonder.

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen. The first of these came as a terrible shock and, like anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After.

Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of these 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 that 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.

Our debt was too great and the words thank you too small.

I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.

I have an unusual hobby: I collect pictures of people I don't know. It started when I was a kid growing up in South Florida, the land of junk stores, garage sales, and flea markets, as a kind of coping mechanism.

It's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.

I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.

I grew up feeling like a weirdo like many kids do. But I was lucky to find my own home for peculiar children. I went to a school for the gifted in Florida, and it was full of kids who - we were all strange together. And that was a real blessing.

Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?

But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around-they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don't recognize them for what they are until it's too late.

I never remember nice dreams; only the bad ones stick.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.