Quotes from Scott Westerfeld

You know,' I called, 'you're the one that's going to have to explain to Max how you got your blender back.' I'll tell him I astral-projected. Butt-head.

He and I have this... personality conflict. Namely, I think he should get a new one.

Rex lost his specs.

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.

Boys had something else...a sort of swagger about them.

Volger looked out across the glacier, his hands deep in his pockets. May I be frank? Alek laughed. Feel free to put aside your usual tact. I shall, Volger said. When your father decided to marry Sophie, I was one of those who tried to talk him out of it. So I have your dismal powers of persuasion to thank for my existence. You're very welcome.

Clear-cutting was the word for what the Rusties had done to the old forests: felling every tree, killing every living thing, turning entire countries into grazing land. Whole rain forests had been consumed, reduced from millions of interlocking species to a bunch of cows eating grass, a vast web of life traded for cheap hamburgers. Look, we're not clear-cutting. All we're doing is pulling out the garbage that the Rusties left behend, David said. It just takes a little surgery to do it.

it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.

you're infamous, Tally. Everyone's terrified of you. The new system may have made the other cities nervous, but they seem to think my little gang of psychotic sixteen-year-olds is worse - Cable to Tally

You don't think happy endings are stupid anymore? Your question is irrelevant, Imogen said. This isn't the end.

And it was pretty clear that no prince was showing up, or at least that he was really late.

Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare. Which is... That nothing ever goes to plan.

Just remember, the things we write, they aren't always really us.

Once we turn, it's new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty." Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. "Then dead pretty.

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.

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

Alek: Am I that obvious? Deryn: No. Im just dead clever.

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 I'd 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, hadn't been in the city...very long. I didn't know.

I feel like sometimes my best friend is not my best friend but my mortal enemy

You don't believe all that crap, do you - that there's one way to look, and everyone is programmed to agree on it?

Perhaps Clankers and Darwinists would always be at war, if only in their hearts.

maybe when you look at your face 50 times its really not that interesting anymore

Dr. Barlow, it is, of course, customary to check with the caption before, uh, giving away his ship. -Deryn Sharp

Assisted him? Dylan made the repairs. I only fell and hit my head, from what I can recall. Yes, I make excellent deadweight.