Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it mi... by Patrick Ness

Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.

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Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed. by Patrick Ness

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

convinced arms looks

"Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo." by Patrick Ness

"Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo."

bark quitting stupid

I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effin... by Patrick Ness

I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

Viola blows out a thoughtful air. "My dad used to say, 'There's only forward, Vi, only outward and up.'" "There's only forward," I repeat. "Outward and up," she says.

thoughtful dad blow

I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

simple dog fall

Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all. by Patrick Ness

Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all.

lying-men men lying

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.

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with sk... by Patrick Ness

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

should monsters men

And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most

challenges men firsts

The ability to make fire at will. It allowed us light to see in the darkness, warmth against the cold, a tool to cook our food.’ He gestured vaguely in the direction of the Delta’s engines. ‘Fire is what eventually led to travel across the black beyond, the ability to start a new life on a New World.

light darkness fire

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

obvious-things choices people

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follo... by Patrick Ness

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another b... by Patrick Ness

Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another big mess like everything else.

bigs should easy

We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gon... by Patrick Ness

We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?" "I hope not," I say

No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’ ‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much?

hate air beautiful

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.

chemistry book school

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing. by Patrick Ness

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

worst knows doe

We run down the right fork, Manchee at our heels, the night and a dusty road stretching out in front of us, an army and a disaster behind us, me and Viola, running side by side.

army running night

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

knowing waiting rivers