Reading is an exercise in empathy; an exercise in walking in someone else's shoes for a while. Malorie Blackman More Quotes by Malorie Blackman More Quotes From Malorie Blackman Boys don't cry, but men do. Malorie Blackman noughts-and-crossesmenboys I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him just as desperately as he was kissing me. Like if we could just love long enough and hard enough and deep enough, then the world outside would never, could never hurt us. Malorie Blackman kissinghurtlong Jude's rule number five: Never get to close to anyone or anything that you can't walk away at a moment's notice if you have to. When you have to. Malorie Blackman walksmomentsnumbers Jude's fourth law: Caring equals vulnerability. Never show either. Malorie Blackman caringshowslaw She stays lost in the middle of her own world somewhere. We can’t get in and she doesn’t come out. Not often anyway, and certainly not for any length of time. But her mind takes her to somewhere kind, I think, to judge by the peaceful, serene look on her face most of the time. Malorie Blackman peacefuljudgingthinking I wish... I wish he wasn't quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance. Malorie Blackman wishfeelingsmight Did you love Melanie?" asked Adam unexpectedly. There was no pause before I shook my head. "That's a shame," said Adam. "Why?" "Well, someone as special as your daughter should've been... made with love. Malorie Blackman shamedaughterspecial Five years off my life... I wondered with a wry smile, would people be immortal if they didn't have kids? Malorie Blackman wry-smilekidsyears Don't you know that boys don't cry?' Adam grinned. 'Shall I tell you something I've only recently discovered,' I replied, not attempting to hide the tears rolling down my face and not the least bit ashamed of them. 'Boys don't cry, but real men do. Malorie Blackman realmenboys Mrs Bawden yanked me away from the table and dragged me across the food hall. I tried to twist away from her, but she had a grip like a python on steroids. Malorie Blackman noughts-and-crossestwistspython Who did it, Sephy?' She repeated. 'Who beat you up? 'Cause whoever it was, I'll kill them. Malorie Blackman noughts-and-crossesbeatscauses I used to comfort myself with the belief that it was only certain individuals and their peculiar notions that spoilt things for the rest of us. But how many individuals does it take before it's not the individuals who are prejudiced but society itself? Malorie Blackman noughts-and-crossescomfortdoe One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere. Malorie Blackman rhythmwheelstrack When did we stop being people, being human? Malorie Blackman being-humanhumanspeople I suppose it doesn't occur to you that I can think the system just as unjust as you do. Malorie Blackman unjusti-canthinking He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her... One last time. Malorie Blackman noughts-and-crossesrunningtrying Just remember, Callum when you’re floating up and up in your bubble, that bubbles have a habit of bursting. The higher you climb, the further you have to fall’ - Lynette McGregor Malorie Blackman noughts-and-crossesfloatingfall You can have all the talent in the world, but without determination, you won't get very far. Malorie Blackman youtalentdeterminationworld I don't believe in regrets. There are a few things I'd do differently, but I can't go back in time and redo them, however much I might wish to. All I can do is learn from past mistakes and move forward. Malorie Blackman mistakestimebelievepast I started reading seriously at seven or eight, books about myths and legends, the Narnia series. By the time I was 11, I had read all the children's books in my local library, so I moved on to 'Jane Eyre.' What I loved about Jane Eyre was that she didn't rely on her looks but her character. She had a spirit nobody could break. Malorie Blackman librarytimecharacterchildren
