God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?" Morgan sighed again. "The whole thing was really embarrassing; my parents sent me to Brooklyn when they found out." She shrugged. "I thought Iโd be safe in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?" Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?" I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadnโt been in the city...very long. I didnโt know.
Scott WesterfeldYour father always suspected that being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They want to be vapid and lazy and vainโMaddy glanced at Tallyโand selfish. It only takes a twist to lock in that part of their personalities. He always thought that some people could think their way out of it.
Scott WesterfeldLuckily for writers - and unluckily for history - every scientific idea creates human conflict.
Scott WesterfeldNature was tough, it could be dangerous, but unlike Dr. Cable or shay, or peris-unlike people in general-it made sense. The problems it threw at you could be solved rationally.
Scott WesterfeldShay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.
Scott WesterfeldHigh 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.
Scott WesterfeldJunkies 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.
Scott WesterfeldDeryn felt brilliant, rising through the air at the center off everyone's attention, like an acrobat aloft on a swing. She wanted to make a speech: Hey, all you sods, I can fly and you can't! A natural airman, in case you haven't noticed. And in conclusion, I'd like to add that I'm a girl and you can all get stuffed!
Scott WesterfeldNever 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.
Scott WesterfeldShe 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.
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