459 Quotes by Ransom Riggs

What a peculiar lot you are, even for peculiars.

Those who escaped the noose settled here, at the very bottom, the absolute edge of peculiar society. Exiled from the outcasts of outcasts.

Pointing into the ice, she said, “See that potted plant on the desk in there?” I saw. Nodded. “It’s green now, preserved by the ice. But inside it’s dead. And the moment that ice melts, it’ll turn brown and wither into mush.” She locked eyes with me. “I’m like that plant.

I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.

And I knew that the minute I got cocky – the minute I stopped being pants-wettingly terrified of hollowgast – something terrible would happen.

We’re peculiar. Aren’t you?

Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you’d just stayed in bed?

In the end, our real home had always been one another. And a real home was all I’d ever wanted.

She slid her arms around me and kissed me back, and I was overwhelmed by a tingling warmth that flooded my brain and a sudden sensation of being out of my body, like I had floated up to the ceiling and was looking down on the soft, beautiful face of this amazing girl and my friends and the whole scene, and I wondered how it was that such an exquisite moment had appeared in my life.