It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

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

You can't blame a match for a house made of straw, Alek.

your not alone, Tally. Don't pretend you are

I like my first lines short and declarative. No complicated sentences. Of course, that's not really a Scott thing. It's pretty classic grab-the-reader technique.

That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead.

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.