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
films mobile puts
If you're 15 and you tell someone a secret, they can put it up on Facebook. If you make a mistake, someone films it on their mobile and puts it up on YouTube. When you're 15, you deserve privacy.
okay
Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?
adjective allegiance mediocre setting
If you set out to write an adjective novel, you're setting out to write a mediocre novel; your allegiance is to the adjective, not to the story, and then that just sucks all the joy right out of it.
goes-on time-goes-on
Time goes on, even when yer not looking.
nice two people
It's always nice when two people who don't got no one else find each other as friends.
wells
A thing worth learning is worth learning well.
one-day needs looks
And if one day,' she said, really crying now, 'you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn't even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.
deceiving never-leave-me leaving-me
Don't deceive me. Never leave me.
wild-world stories happy-endings
Stories don’t always have happy endings.
numbers recipes slaughter
Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.
monsters midnight
The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.
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.