Neal Shusterman Quotes
does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?
We'll never be ready. So I guess that means we're as ready as we'll ever be.
In the backseat Moose and Squirrel inhabited a pair of six-year-old-twins, and wouldn't stop bickering and picking their noses. They were clearly in their element.
I can't destroy things so beautiful." "Time will destroy them if you don't. Time destroys everything. But if you destroy them, it will mean something.
The thing was, if I had found a way to escape- even for just a little while- I knew the pain would be there waiting for me when I got back.
On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.
On a sunny Tuesday - for it seems so many awful things happen on a Tuesday - six astronauts and one schoolteacher attempted to pierce the sky. Instead they touched the stars.
I'm against solutions that are worse than the problem. Like old women who want their hair dyed the color of shoe polish to hide the gray.
Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.
Their fate rested entirely on me. I could save them by telling the truth. I could destroy them by lying. No one should have that much power.
This is not going to be easy. I'm good at being bad, but I'm bad at being good. I don't know the first thing about good deeds.
You should never apologize for existing, Lev. Not even to all those people out there who wish you didn't.
Makes sense, the earth is quick to consume the flesh of things that ain't natural.
It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.
The scariest thing of all is never knowing what you're suddenly going to believe.
With hardly any effort at all, she made me feel special. Just like all the other people she toyed with.
How much do you know about the Heartland War?' Connor shrugs. 'It was the last chapter in our history textbook, but we had state testing, so we never got to it.
You know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep? Well, I suddenly had that feeling in my spine. Like termites were chewing through the marrow in my backbone.
Perhaps, thought Talon, there was a path in between. A way to shed their ignorance without losing their souls.
Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem
History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.
I have no idea,' he tells her, and there is such a spark in his eye when he says it, she can tell having no idea is exactly the way he wants it.
...if more people had been organ donors, unwinding never would have happened...but people like to keep what's theirs, even after they're dead.
...You know something, don't you?" "I know lots of things--your inquiry needs to be more specific." "Just answer the question." "True/false or multiple choice?
Should I push him or should I throw him?" Howie asks. "Do what comes naturally," I yelled back. "I don't know," he says. "This is a very unnatural thing.
And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.
It holds no fear for her now, because the shark has been tamed by the soul of a boy. No--the soul of a man.
... always been a goal-oriented girl. it was both her strength and her weakness. She had a drive to completion that always gets things done, but it also made her inflexible, and stubborn.
I'm tired of eating your family's lousy, tasteless recipes," Dad said. "Tasteless recipes? My grandmother's rolling in her grave!" "It's from indigestion.
Statistically speaking, there's a better chance that some part of me will go on to greatness somewhere in the world. I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.
So much of my life had been under tight control. So much of Quinn's life had been wild insanity. What we needed now was both: a directed burst of controlled insanity.
The homes here are almost identical, but not quite, full of people almost identical, but not quite.
In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.
