Scott Westerfeld Quotes

I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

Her only way home was to betray her friend.

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

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.

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

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

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

What if destiny doesn't care?