Patrick Ness
Patrick Ness
Patrick Nessis an American author, journalist and lecturer who moved to London at age of 28 and now holds dual citizenship. He is best known for his books for young adults, including the Chaos Walking trilogy and A Monster Calls...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth17 October 1971
CountryUnited States of America
know-yourself knows
Know yourself and go in swinging.
live-life cutting order
As long as I hold it as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will. I'm the one who allows it and I'm the one responsible.
tragedy heard
Yer the only friend I got, pigpiss... Ain't that the biggest tragedy you ever heard?
stories hunts bites
Stories are the wildest things of all. Stories chase and bite and hunt.
monsters midnight
The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.
proof
Faith with proof is no faith at all.
hills figures top-of-the-hill
Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)
breaths
We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.
comforting dying
Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.
saws invisible
Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.
waterfalls bottom
There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426
monsters destruction said
As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.
fairs
Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.
shapes clubs letters
Her accent's funny, different from mine, different from anyone in Prentisstown's. Her lips make different kinds of outlines for the letters, like they're swooping down on them from above, pushing them into shape, telling them what to say. In Prentisstown, everyone talks like they're sneaking up on their words, ready to club them from behind.