A bully with charisma and top marks is still a bully. He’ll probably end up Prime Minister one day. God help us all.

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...

And right on cue, Viola yells, ” TODD!”And I hit him with everything I got -Every bit of her behind me -Every piece of anger and frustrayshun and nothingness -Every moment I didn’t see her...

Everybody was hoping for something, talking about our new life to come and all that they hoped from it. Fresh air, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Real gravity, instead of the fake kind that broke...

Stories are the wildest things of all. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

Stories don’t always have happy endings.”This stopped him. Because they didn’t, did they? That’s one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn’t expect.

It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.It’s not a weakness.It’s your best strength.

HEREIt’s-Can I say?It’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...

Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.

A sematary,” I say. “A what?” Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard...

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...

THERE IT IS,’ my mother says, and what she means is that the dot we’ve been nearing for weeks, the one that’s been growing into a larger dot with two smaller dots circling it, has...

And yeah, I know most people would think it weird that two guy friends touch as much as we do, but when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you,...

Yes”, Kumiko said, seriously. “Exactly that. The extraordinary happens all the time. So much, we can’t take it. Life and happiness and heartache and love. If we couldn’t put it in story – “”And explain...

We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we’d go crazy.

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

Libraries are not facing crisis, they are in crisis.

Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it’s dangerous, that it’s painful and risky, that it’s making a dare in the world and...

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...

Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that’s how we’ll know life is finally finished.

War is like a monster,” he says, almost to himself. “War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows.” He’s looking at me now. “And otherwise normal men...

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths – overlapping,...

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

And what exactly do you think this proves?” he spits. “You’ve got power, but you don’t know what to do with it.” VIOLA”Looks like I’m doing fine,” I say.

There’s so much proscription in the lives of young people, and it’s so vital to have a place that says, look, here are the doors onto the world and amazingly, you’re free to choose any...

HELP!” I cry.But there’s no one.Haven’s completely empty.There ain’t hope here after all.

But what is a dream, Conor O’Malley? the monster said, bending down so it’s face was close to Conor’s. Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

TODD!” I shout again -And he looks at me -And I hear my name in his Noise -And I know it -I know it in my heart -Right now -Todd Hewitt -There’s nothing we can’t...

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

Les histoires sont des créatures sauvages. Quand tu les libères, qui sait ce qu’elles peuvent déclencher?

You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there’s always more than this. There’s always something you don’t know.

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.

The future of fiction? he said. Maybe, she said. Will it have room for, you know, love & stuff? he said. Always, she said. OK then, he said.

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...

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It’s a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and...

His Noise saying, No, no, not now, not NOW-And then he says, Viola?”I’m here, Todd,” I say, my voice breaking, shouting with desperation. “I’m here!”And he says Voila? again-Asking it-Asking like he’s not sure I’m...

And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel...

So we forgive each other?” The crooked smile climbs up one more time. “Again?”And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear...

They’re the ones who are asking for too little.

Welcome,” says the Mayor,” to the New Prentisstown.

Who cares even if I didn’t?!” Conor shouted back. “They’re just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary. Oh, please, please, save me from the berries!”The monster looked at him quizzically. How strange, it said. The words...

A man without a filter, is chaos walking

That’s the thing I’m learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don’t change it, it don’t get changed.

His noise is getting quieter, but I can still see it there still-See how he feels the skin of my hand against his, see how he wants to take it and press it against his...

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

We would do what we must. The world is big. Surely there is a space in it for one like you and one like me.

You actually said the word effing.

He is worse than the others, I show. He is worst of all of them.Because–Because he knew he was doing wrong. He felt the pain of his actions–But he did not amend them, shows the...

I don’t think it’s about making us fall. It’s about how we get up again.

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