Scott Westerfeld Quotes
The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.
Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.
Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.
However stupid the choice seemed, Shay had made it with her eyes open, and had respected Tally's choice to stay.
A rousing tale of techno-geek rebellion, as necessary and dangerous as file sharing, free speech, and bottled water on a plane.
The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.
It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.
Gravity was something you could beat; all it took was hydrogen, hot air, or even a bit of rope. But being a girl was a miserable, never-ending struggle.
Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.
Maybe that was the price of loving someone: you lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.
I kissed him once," she whispered. "Well done. What did he do?" "Um..." Deryn sighed. "He woke up.
Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.
Junkies might be easy to knock down, but they're never fragile. They have souls like old leather shoes studded with steel, and they're about as much good as friends.
Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.
High school wasn't a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track.
It's not the traveling that takes courage Tally. I've done much longer trips on my own. It's leaving home.
That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.
It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.
Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.
