Patrick Ness Men Quotations

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

I am Todd Hewitt, I think to myself with my eyes closed. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month’s time exactly.

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.

War makes monsters of men, you once said to me Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

To live is to fight, to preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.

...the lesson of forever and ever is that knowing a man's mind ain't knowing the man.

Men do monstrous things but if you call a man a monster you have absolved yourself of blame. You don't have to think that you might ever do these things. I don't think that's true

War makes monsters out of men.

Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world changes, whether I want it to or not.

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.

If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don't see what the women do.

And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most

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.

What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.

The only crime, the only crime is to take a life. There is nothing else.' 'And that's why you don't fight,'I say. She turns to me sharply. 'To preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.