Scott Westerfeld

The best way to know a city is to eat it.

But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.

More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.

Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.

You don't know what it's like, when your best friend disappears.

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

...this is life. Right here in this room, with you, is life.

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.

Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.

The universe is math on fire.

What if destiny doesn't care?

That was the trick - to keep punching, no matter what.

Do you love him?__eryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. __e makes me feel like that. Like flying.___hen, you have to tell him.___ told you, I kissed him!___t__ hardly the same. I kissed you, after all. That wasn__ love, Mr. Sharp.___ye, and what exactly was it?___uriosity._ Lilit smiled. __nd as I said, you__e quite a dashing boy.___ut I__ pretty sure Alek doesn__ want a dashing boy!___ou can__ be sure until you ask.__eryn shook her head. __ou were raised to throw bombs. I wasn__.___ere you raised to wear trousers and be a soldier?

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.

With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.

Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.