Adam Rex Quotes

Blood and death. That moves me.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

The fairytale has turned into a nightmare.

To have died once is enough.

War stories deal in death. War illuminates love, while love is the greatest expression of hope, without which any story rings untrue to life. And to deny hope in a story about such darkness is to create false art.

in the clash of contending armies and amid the groans of the wounded and the dying, the interests of education are sacrificed – the pacific virtues take their flight from the earth

From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent.

At the root of everything I write is tragedy.

Magic is wild, dangerous stuff. You never realize how useful limitations are until it's much too late.

Sometimes really, really bad things happen to people, and there is no explanation and no reason whatsoever.

Why must you always try to be omnipotent, and shove things about? Tragic things happen sometimes that we just have to submit to.

The lucky ones are just born dead.

It is in the nature of things that some people should be unlucky enough to get their heads chopped off.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

All these mountains of Irish dead, all these corpses mangled beyond recognition, all these arms, legs, eyes, ears, fingers, toes, hands, all these shivering putrefying bodies and portions of bodies once warm living and tender parts of Irish men and youths - all these horrors in Flanders or the Gallipoli Peninsula, are all items in the price Ireland pays for being part of the British Empire.

There is more than one good way to drown.

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.

Kings have long arms, but Misfortune longer: let none think themselves out of her reach.

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

I'm surprised you don't know more about magic, Sister Verna. There is a word that is magic. It can accomplish more than you might think. Maybe you have heard it before. It is the word 'please.

Many more will have to suffer, many more will have to die , don't ask me why !

War is always the same. It is young men dying in the fullness of their promise. It is trying to kill a man that you do not even know well enough to hate. Therefore, to know war is to know that there is still madness in the world.

Those that God loves, do not live long.