Scott Westerfeld Quotations | Page 3

I can’t imagine anything worse than being required to have fun.

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

Why are you still wearing...?" Aya began. "Oh, that's not smart plastic? You're really an ugly?" David rolled his eyes and Shay said quietly, "David's never had any surge at all. But I wouldn't use the word ugly...Tally might eat you.

Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.

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

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.

I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.

Sometimes you can’t choose what you love.

The Internet is global and seemingly omniscient, while iPods and phones are all microscopic workings encased in plastic blobjects. Compare that to a steam engine, where you can watch the pistons move and feel the heat of its boilers. I think we miss that visceral appeal of the machine.

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.

She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.

you dont see me, now you do, but only if i want you to

Fuzzy Tally is no more.

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

I kissed him once," she whispered. "Well done. What did he do?" "Um..." Deryn sighed. "He woke up.

The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.

The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.

You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.

I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.

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