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

And what exactly do you think this proves?" he spits. "You've got power, but you don't know what to do wit

— Patrick Ness

And what other kind of man would you want leading you into battle?” he says, reading my Noise. “What other kind of man is suitable for war?” A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men.“Wrong,” says the Mayor. “It’s war that makes us men in the first place. Until there’s war, we are only children.” Another blast of the horn comes roaring down at us, so loud it nearly takes our heads off, and it puts the army off its stride for a second or two. We look up the road to the bottom of the hill. We see Spackle torches gathering there to meet us.“Ready to grow up, Todd?” the Mayor asks.

— Patrick Ness

And yeah, I know most people would think it weird that two guy friends touch as much as we do, but when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too. This is how we work. I hope you get to choose your family and I hope it means as much to you as mine does to me.

— Patrick Ness

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.

— Patrick Ness

A seminary," 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 lots of New World people have lost the battle." It's a place for burying dead folk,"

— Patrick Ness

As incredible as it seemed, time kept moving forward for the rest of the world. The rest of the world that wasn't waiting.

— Patrick Ness

Because how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

— Patrick Ness

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.

— Patrick Ness

Being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day.

— Patrick Ness