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