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

by Patrick Ness

a soft man who made himself a hard man by drinking whisky in the classroom,

gave up and took a gun and put an end to himself and that was it for my classroom teaching.

sometimes you just have to leave even if there ain’t nowhere else to go.

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

Noise ain’t truth, Noise is what men want to be true,

horrorpilashuns

wtf does this mean

cuz drunk Noise is like a drunk man: blurry and boring and dangerous.

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

“I ain’t telling you twice.” “I believe you’ve already told me about three times, Davy, so if yer threatening, it ain’t working.”

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

Cillian

are they....you know....

What a stupid day this has been.

A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again.

it just don’t feel like luck is bothering with any of us today so if something can go wrong it’s probably gonna.

If you don’t change it, it don’t get changed.

the sky as blue as fresh meat.

not in my experience but I’m a vegetarian

I take my fist and punch myself hard in the face. I do it again, hitting where my eye is swollen from Aaron. And a third time, splitting open the cut on my lip from where Aaron hit me yesterday morning.

is this fight club

I look at the knife again, sitting there on the moss like a thing without properties, a thing made of metal as separate from a boy as can be, a thing which casts all blame from itself to the boy who uses it.

He’s a good bloody dog, have I said that?

cuz I weigh more than a mountain but less than a feather,

I think I’m maybe thru of men telling me what to do,”

“But there’s always hope,” Ben says. “You always have to hope.”

She smells a little less like flowers but it’s okay.

even without the pulpit and the pews it would have felt like we’d somehow walked into a church anyway, like it’d be holy even if no man had ever seen it.

I don’t know what she’s thinking but I know what she’s thinking and I can see her and she’s teetering on the edge and she’s looking at me and she’s asking me to save her. Save her like she saved me.

And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?

Dean-core