And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.
Patrick NessHere's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.
Patrick NessStories are important...They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth.
Patrick Ness