St. Patrick Quotes

Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.

It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

Time goes on, even when yer not looking.

It's always nice when two people who don't got no one else find each other as friends.

Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.

No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Everything that's happened has brought me here, to this place, with this knife in my hand, and something worth saving.

What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.

When luck ain't with you it's against you." ~pg 92

As to how you'll help me," he says. "Well, we have met the Answer, have we not?" He turns back to look at us, his eyes glinting. "It's time for them to meet the Ask.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.

As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.

Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all.

So who are you then, Todd Hewitt?" he says. "What makes you so special?" Now that, I think, is a very good asking.

Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it’s pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side.

There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere in between.

That's what librarians do. They open up the world. Because knowledge is useless if you don’t know how to find it, if you don’t even know where to begin to look.

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.

Me and Todd? Together against the Mayor?" She smiles. "He doesn't stand a chance.

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors.

Dogs don't got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time.

You notice that he does not ask, Where am I?" says the Mayor's voice, moving out there, somewhere. "His first words are, Where is she? And his Noise says the same. Interesting.

To live is to fight, to preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.

You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.

And I know it - I know it in my heart - Right now - Todd Hewitt - There's nothing we can't do together -

The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.

Things change, but they stay the same.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

Except I didn't say eff

Never trust a politician, Todd. They have no fixed center, so you can never believe them.

Yer the only friend I got, pigpiss... Ain't that the biggest tragedy you ever heard?

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yourself left at all?

Too much talking," I say. "Not enough running.

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it. ~Mistress Coyle

How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

I do what I have to do," I say. I do what I have to do to save him. I do what I have to do to save Todd.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.

I am Todd Hewitt, I think to myself with my eyes closed. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month’s time exactly.