Ransom Riggs Quotes
She had maintained her strength in the face of all this for so long that we had come to take it for granted, but she wasn't bulletproof. She might've been peculiar but she was also human,
..he had trampled her poor, pining heart, and the wound was still raw, even these many years later.
That was our friendship: equal parts irritation and cooperation.
Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!
Have they built cities on the moon?" another boy asked hopefully."We left some garbage and a flag there in the sixties, but thats about it.
I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
She moved to pinch me again but I blocked her hand. I'm no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I'm pretty sure that's flirting.
...slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.
Right at the flamingo orgy! Left at the multiethnic roof Santas! Straight past the pissing cherubs!
The day that lay before (was) full of infinite possibilities, though in a million superficial ways it was identical to the day before.
Which was just well: goodbyes had never been my strong suit anyway, and lately my life had felt like an unbroken series of them. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Maybe, " she said. "Maybe. But now you're making promises you might not be able to keep, and that's how people in love get very badly hurt.
Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me.
I slammed out of the Priest Hole and started walking, heading nowhere in particular. Sometimes you just need to go through a door.
A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.
I knew there was something peculiar about you, " she said. "And I mean that as the highest compliment." I'd always known I was strange. I never dreamed I was peculiar.
He closed the laptop. A sure sign I was about to receive his full attention.
An air of mystery closed around the details of his early life. I didn't pry. He had been through hell and had a right to his secrets.
To have endured horrors, to have seen the worst of humanity and have your life made unrecognizable by it, to come out of all that honorable and brave— that was magical.
They worried that fantasies were somehow inoculating me against more practical realities.
I wondered whether trusting him was merely unwise or if it crossed the line into recklessness, like lying down for a nap in the middle of a road.
I was quite possibly in the midst of losing my mind. I needed to get away from people until I figured out if I actually was losing my mind.
What I believe is that when it comes to big things in life, there are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason. You are here for a reason -- and it's not to fail and die.
