Quotes from Neal Shusterman

The binary at last becoming the one.

There are whole universes of life hiding in the dark places where no one dares to explore. They thrive in the hidden expanses we take for granted...between the very cells of our body...between the walls we call our world.

Goddard clapped his hands together, truly tickled. I have so missed these conversations with you! You mean the ones where you gloat, and I'm tied up? You see? The way you get to the heart of the matter is always so refreshing. So entertaining. I'd keep you as a house pet, if I didn't fear you'd somehow escape and burn me to a crisp in my sleep. I would, and I would, Rowan told him. I have no doubt.

It was easy to deal with being invisible, but being noticed ?that was something entirely different.

Compound eyes confound lies.

You may not be first, you may not be last, but you will cross the finish line.

Does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well?

Scythe Curie seemed a mix of many emotions, but she folded them all away, like clothes that no longer fit, and closed the drawer. Citra expected she never spoke of this to anyone else, and would probably never speak of it again.

Do I know you? No, she said. But can we talk anyway?

Keep your eyes on the prize, although I think he should have also said Go after the prize, too; and maybe that's why prizes ever came his way, because all he ever did was look at them.

You are not the first and you will not be the last

She didn't answer him. He didn't expect her to. It was just a seed he wanted to plan.

My artwork isn't evolving, it's deconstructing, and I don't know why.

You are not me, those eyes say. You never were, you never will be.

aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives. Right now, I'm pleased to be in the light.

Still, if you've got to bring yourself within inches of your life just to cry for help, something's wrong somewhere. Either you weren't yelling loud enough to begin with, or the people around you are deaf, dumb, and blind. Which makes me think it isn't just a cry for help - it's more a cry to be taken seriously. A cry that says I'm hurting so badly, the world must, for once, come to a grinding halt for me. The question is, what do you do next?

Are you a dim bulb or high-wattage?

You've hit the nail on the head, Anastasia. That's exactly what the scythedom is: high school with murder.

At home they expect you to be fixed, she says. They say they understand, but the only people who really understand are the ones who've been to That Place, too. It's like a man telling a woman he knows what it feels like to give birth

Our hope is that Challenger Deep will comfort those who have been there, letting them know that they are not alone. We also hope that it will help others to empathize, and to understand what it's like to sail the dark, unpredictable waters of mental illness.

She sighed, knowing she couldn't push it any further. Thank you for being so... merciful, Allie said. But I would appreciate it if Pea-brain here would keep his hands off me. That's Pinhead, corrected the boy. Pea-brain works in the engine room.

Can I throw you under a truck some other time.

Maybe it's the best answer of all. If more people could admit they really don't know, maybe there never would have been a War.

Kind of an early warning system originally developed to fight terrorism, but isn't it nice to know we can now use it for civilian purposes?