Spackle looked like men with everything a bit swelled up, everything a bit longer and weirder than on a man, their mouths a bit higher than they should be and their ears and eyes way, way different. And spacks grew their clothes right on their bodies, like lichens you could trim away to whatever shape you needed.
description of the land - page sixty nine / the knife of never letting go (via theknifeofneverlettinggo)
That’s the nasty, nasty secret of war-
When yer winning-
When yer winning, it’s effing thrilling-
Patrick Ness, Monsters of Men (via theknifeofneverlettinggo)
If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
George Eliot (via starryskiessandbutterfliess)
How do you know yer alive if you don’t hurt?
Patrick Ness - The Ask and the Answer (via intheworldofbooks)
Her voice softens but only a little. “Ben’s gone and Manchee’s gone and my mother and father are gone,” she says. “And I hate all of that. I hate it. But we’re almost at the end of the road. We’re almost there. And if you don’t give up, I don’t give up.”
Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go (via ofquotesandpoetry)