The Ask and the Answer (Chaos Walking, #2)

by Patrick Ness

“A thing worth learning is worth learning well.”

“We are the choices we make.”

“Everyone here is someone’s daughter,” she says quietly. “Every soldier out there is someone’s son. The only crime, the only crime is to take a life. There is nothing else.”

I wait until there’s only bird call (Where’s my safety?)

There’s only silence when it happens. It isn’t loud or struggled against or violent or anything at all. She just falls quiet, a certain type of quiet you know is endless as soon as you hear it, a quiet that muffles everything around it, turning off the volume of the world.

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