Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.

What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.

Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

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.

But you weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.

The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.

We're not freaks, Tally. We're normal. We may not be gorgeous, but at least we're not hyped-up Barbie dolls.

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

War is sweet to those who have never fought.

Or, maybe what really mattered was that game of Crazy 8s.

Sometimes in fiction you had to mute reality in order to make it seem more believable.

It is important that artists are not outside the equation, we don't stand on the sidelines. Artists are part of the story of a response, we cannot stand aside and let others make the response.

Marriage is like a dull meal with the dessert at the beginning.

When a man is in love he endures more than at other times; he submits to everything.

Heavy metal drives me bonkers, it makes me want to vomit, heavy metal really is a pile of puke.

I used to think that great art happened without argument, and maybe that’s not the case. Maybe the things that are most important in this life, you have to fight for.

A woman's beauty is a treasure beyond price.