A rat called Possible New Strain was sitting under a spaghetti strainer held down with a pile of journalism textbooks, saying rude things in rat-speak. Scott Westerfeld More Quotes by Scott Westerfeld More Quotes From Scott Westerfeld What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful. Scott Westerfeld self-esteembeautifulbeauty What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year. Scott Westerfeld realmeanyears The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach. Scott Westerfeld spokesformlying You see, freedom has a way of destroying things. Scott Westerfeld destroyingdestructionway 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. Scott Westerfeld jailhomepeople A little drama wins more friends than boring. Scott Westerfeld winninglittlesdrama We don't always get to choose what we love. Scott Westerfeld love The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Scott Westerfeld catsummersky I can’t imagine anything worse than being required to have fun. Scott Westerfeld having-funimaginefun 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. Scott Westerfeld ipodsmovingthinking 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. Scott Westerfeld moleculesdecisionbrain 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. Scott Westerfeld smarteyeuse Sometimes you can’t choose what you love. Scott Westerfeld what-you-lovesometimes I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth. Scott Westerfeld truthsometimeslying Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos. Scott Westerfeld chaosnobledeeds Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same. Scott Westerfeld wisdomlifethinking ...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. Scott Westerfeld eyeperfectthinking My name is tally youngblood and my mind is very ugly Scott Westerfeld uglynamesmind The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side. Scott Westerfeld hatredheartlove Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posie. Ashes ashes, we all fall down. Some people say that this poem is about the Black Death, the fourteenth-century plague that killed 100-million people... Sadly, though, most experts think this is nonsense... How can I be so sure about this rhyme when all the experts disagree? Because I ate the kid who made it up. Scott Westerfeld kidsfallthinking
