Kevin Brooks
Kevin Brooks
Kevin M. Brooksis an English writer best known for young-adult novels. The Bunker Diary, published by Penguin Books in 2013, won the annual Carnegie Medal as the best new book for children or young adults published in the U.K., an exceptionally controversial selection by the British librarians...
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth30 March 1959
loneliness sadness simple
The sadness, the silence, the darkness, the loneliness... all of it held in a simple little moment. It was just so... I don't know. Just so much.
dark disease wonder
It was a truth that invaded her, like a dark disease, a truth too painful to talk about. And I was beginning to wonder if all I was doing was making it worse.
sadness voice age
I used to come here on my own sometimes... Id' stay down here for ages." Her voice was barely audible. "It's a good place for sadness...
life moments meant-to-be
Because some things are never meant to be anything more than a moment. And that was one of them.
guilt waste wasting-time
never feel guilty about anything shame and guilt are a waste of time just do what you do-- and deal with it
believe faith-and-love
In love and faith I just have to believe
sleep eye thinking
Staring in the darkness, trying to sleep. My body was aching with tiredness. My limbs were numb. My sightless eyes were crazed with light/ I was dying of oblivion, but it wouldn't come. I didn't think I've ever sleep again.
giving long dying
It's not easy-living in a void, living and dying inside your head…wanting what you want so much that you'd give everything else to get it- but the time still passes, the days go on…and as long as there's still a tomorrow, there's always a chance.
abnormal want might
I didn't want us to abnormal. I didn't want all this chaos and underworld crap... but that's where we'd come from. The choas was part of us. Part of what we were. And I was afraid if we lost it completely, we might lose part of ourselves...
thinking mind floating
I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn't really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of my mind, thinking about themselves. What I was really thinking about, of course, was Lucas.
memories gone photograph
Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.
book writing your-side
To me a good book is like a quiet friend—a friend who’s happy to share thoughts and feelings with you, who’s always there when you need them. Best of all, this friend doesn’t have any secrets. They trust you to understand them. They take you to their innermost places. They share their sensations and emotions—and they let you experience them. Wherever you go and however you feel, they are always by your side. For an hour, a day, a week, or forever, their life becomes yours. Their story is your story. That’s the kind of book I’m trying to write.
hands perfect faces
She moved closer to me, put her hands to my face, and kissed me softly on the lips. God, it felt so good. So perfect, so right... It felt so good, I nearly fell off the roof.
pain matter needs
Trust, faith,good, bad... none of it matters. All you ever do is what you have to do. Follow your disires, fulfill your needs, escape from pain. That's all there is to it.