The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.— Scott Westerfeld
The most romantic Scott Westerfeld quotes that will inspire your inner self
She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.
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.
My name is tally youngblood and my mind is very ugly
I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty." -Tally Youngblood
Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.
I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have too - Tally Youngblood
I know what it’s like to be manipulated, Aya-la.
And I know what it’s like to be in danger. While your city was building you mansions to live in, my friends and I have been protecting this planet. We’ve spilled more blood than you have flowing in your veins. So don’t try to make me feel guilty! -Tally Youngblood, Extras
Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.
The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.
A rousing tale of techno-geek rebellion, as necessary and dangerous as file sharing, free speech, and bottled water on a plane.
One of the most common questions writers are asked is "Where do you get your ideas?" But the sad truth is, we don't know. Ideas can come at any time and from any direction: in the shower, waiting for an elevator, or while bouncing across Wikipedia pages.
The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.
You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.
Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.
Let others wage war. You, lucky Austria, shall marry.
Gravity was something you could beat;
all it took was hydrogen, hot air, or even a bit of rope. But being a girl was a miserable, never-ending struggle.
...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.
Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.
Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.
I kissed him once," she whispered. "Well done. What did he do?" "Um..." Deryn sighed. "He woke up.
I go where the lizards tell me.
Most men's awareness doesn't extend past their dinner plates.
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.
As a bio major, I figured "free will" meant chemicals in your brain telling you what to do, the molecules bouncing around in a way that felt like choosing but was actually the dance of little gears--neurons and hormones bubbling up into decisions like clockwork. You don't use your body; it uses you.
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.
Fuzzy Tally is no more.
you dont see me, now you do, but only if i want you to
Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.
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.
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.
High school wasn't a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived.
It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track.
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.
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.
It's not the traveling that takes courage Tally.
I've done much longer trips on my own. It's leaving home.
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.
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.
Plot idea: 97% of the world's scientists contrive an environmental crisis, but are exposed by a plucky band of billionaires & oil companies.
Apparently textbooks were an endangered species here in Bixby, Oklahoma.
Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.
The man was allergic to sleep.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.
Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare. Which is... That nothing ever goes to plan.
I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.
the parties are no fun until everyone gets drunk
I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.
You fiddle lucker!' she cried.
Even mocking people helped their face stats.
In the reputation economy, the only real way to hurt anyone was to ignore them completely. And it was pretty hard to ignore someone who made your blood boil.
When the term "machine gun" enters common parlance, the word "machine" becomes much more sinister.