Quotes from Scott Westerfeld

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

Fifteen! Dess's distant cry reached him. Where the hell are you, Rex? Ten. You're-an-idiot-nine, get-back-here-eight, you-dimwit-seven...

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

The man was allergic to sleep.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan

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.

Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was? Fragile? Volger looked about. I hadn't thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn't speak well of your sturdiness.

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.

What if destiny doesn't care?

It's just been a long week, that's all. It's monday night, Jess. My point exactly.

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

However stupid the choice seemed, Shay had made it with her eyes open, and had respected Tally's choice to stay.

they walked with a pedatory grace.... one of them ripped off their hood and said, my name is Tally Youngblood and is a special circumstance....

But it's always taking a risk, when you ... kiss someone new.

It's just programming No. It's because I love him

Nature 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.

And you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.

He thinks Goliath can end the war, Alek managed at last. The man wants peace! As do we all, Count Volger said. But there are many ways to end a war. Some are more peaceful than others.

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.

So, there was this beautiful princess. She was locked in a high tower(...)She was stuck up there(...)So the only thing was to jump.

Suddenly a pair of searchlights lanced out from the frigate. They swept across the dark expanse - bright knives slicing the night into pieces.

I go where the lizards tell me.

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.

Being an author sucks, doesn't it? It's like telling a joke and nobody laughs for two years.