Scott Westerfeld Quotes - Page 2

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

Becoming pretty doesn't just change the way you look," she said. "No," David said. "It changes the way you think.

Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.

Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.

Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.

Having a brain hurt so much sometimes.

What happens when perfection isn't good enough?

We don't always get to choose what we love.

You're insane!" she shouted. "Pretty cool, huh?" "No!"Tally yelled. "Why didn't you tell me it was broken?" Shay shrugged. "More fun that way?" "More fun?" Her heart beating fast,her vision strangely clear. She was full of anger and relief and...joy. "Well, kind of. But you suck!

I feel like sometimes my best friend is not my best friend but my mortal enemy

Haven't you ever known someone rejected by a lover, who, consumed by rage and jealousy, never lets go? They look on from a distance, unseen but boiling inside. The emotion never seems to tire, this hatred mixed with intense obsession, even with a kind of twisted love.

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.

Sometimes, the hardest thing was doing nothing.

He thinks Goliath can end the war," Alek managed at last. "The man wants peace!" "As do we all," Count Volger said. "But there are many ways to end a war. Some are more peaceful than others.

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

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

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

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.

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.

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.

I used to be a pre-industrial writer: thousands of words in a spurt and then a few days off. But as I get older, I've switched to a mode best described as 'slow and steady wins the race.' Basically, I write during the same four hours every day, after breakfast and the all-important coffee, generally in the same room and wearing the same pajamas.

Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment." Work?" Tally said. They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.

Have a little faith in me, Volger." "I have great faith, tempered with vast annoyance.

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