Scott Westerfeld Quotes

She couldn't disappoint the whole village. There were no wallscreens here, no newsfeeds or satellites bands, and touring soccer teams were no doubt few and far between. (...), that made stories a valuable commodity, and it probably wasn't very often that a stranger dropped in from the sky.

No matter how far from the war we run, it always catches up with us.

First love is amazing and wonderful, but a kind of panic underlies it, a sense of not knowing what you're doing.

That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.

Assisted him? Dylan made the repairs. I only fell and hit my head, from what I can recall. Yes, I make excellent deadweight.

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

...humanity is a disease, a cancer on the body of the world.

And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.

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

And I kind of love it that you want to know everything.

...I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say.""I'd rather have something to say.

Alek said, "Do you think I'm being a fool?" "I think you're trying to do something good. But doing good is rarely easy, and no weapon has ever stopped a war.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

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

What if destiny doesn't care?

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

Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

Her only way home was to betray her friend.

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

You look beautiful - David

Maybe she still was a pretty-head, making up irrational stories about the empty forest. The longer she stayed alone out here, the more Tally understood why the Rusties and their predecessors had believed in invisible beings, praying to placate spirits as they trashed the natural world around them.