Patrick Ness

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 into the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

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

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.

Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.

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.

But when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too.

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.

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!

Your stomach isn't the boss of you,' Mel says evenly.'Oh,' Jared says, realizing. 'Sorry-'Mel shakes her head, brushing it off. 'Not what I meant. Your heart isn't the boss of you other. Thinks it is. Isn't. You can always choose. Always.''You can't choose not to feel,' Henna says.'But you can choose how to act.

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.

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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

The boy who refused to lose his soul.

she is born in the breath of a cloud

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. __he words of a sage,_ he says, __n the voice of a hick.

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