The Knife of Never Letting Go (Chaos Walking, #1)

by Patrick Ness

If yer whole world is one Noisy town with no future, sometimes you just have to leave even if there ain’t nowhere else to go.

Cuz you can lie in the Noise, even when everyone knows what yer thinking, you can bury stuff under other stuff, you can hide it in plain sight, you just don’t think it clearly or you convince yerself that the opposite of what yer hiding is true

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

Noise ain’t truth, Noise is what men want to be true, and there’s a difference twixt those two things so big that it could ruddy well kill you if you don’t watch out.

The Noise is a man unfiltered, and without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

“Always remember,” he says, “when yer ma died, you became our son, and I love you and Cillian loves you, always have, always will.”

When luck ain’t with you, it’s against you.

“I carry the germ. I’m dangerous.” She turns to me and there’s a sting in her voice. “Then maybe you shouldn’t come.”

Bitch!!!!!!!!

His absence is so big it’s like he’s there and all the air goes outta my lungs again and I have to wait and breathe deep and swallow.

“War is a monster,” he says, almost to himself. “War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows.”

Doing what’s right should be easy.

“No father could be prouder,”

Life ain’t fair. It ain’t. Not never.