459 Quotes by Ransom Riggs

Flesh on the outside, metal on the inside.

You could never understand what it’s like, being this close to death all the time. And.

There was a single ray of sun shining through the window. I got up, went to the cracked glass, and saw that it was both raining and shining outside – a bit of meteorological weirdness whose name no one can seem to agree on. My mom, I kid you not, refers to it as “orphan’s tears.

Don’t fight the pain, that’s the key, my grandfather says. It’s telling you something. Welcome it, let it speak to you. The pain says: Hello, I am not other than you; I am of the hollow, but I am you also.

It was the second time in three days that I’d taken up space normally reserved for a dead body. It seemed like the universe was trying to tell me something and not in a terribly subtle way.

By morning I was worn out. My limbs felt heavy as wood, my head cottony. I might’ve felt better if I hadn’t slept at all.

One of the peculiar children’s perspective out of time allows him to take minute interest in every resident of the town and to chronicle everything we did for the entire day he lives over and over.

Oh, thank heavens! Someone remembered the bath mat, Enoch deadpanned. We are saved.

Oozing Street was oddly cheerful, with flower boxes hanging from windowsills and houses painted bright colors; even the slaughterhouse that anchored it was an inviting robin’s-egg blue, and I resisted an odd impulse to go inside and ask for a tour.