Quotes from Neal Shusterman

Little Red, Little Red, what's in the chip bag, Little Red? And in the same singsong voice I answered, Nothing at all, Nothing at all, Nothing at all but your grandpa's head.

Even an acknowledgment from someone who hates him is better than having no one but strangers watch him perish.

En un mundo perfecto todas las madres querrían a sus bebés y los extraños abrirían sus puertas a los no amados. En un mundo perfecto todo sería blanco o negro, bueno o malo, y todos sabrían la diferencia. Pero este no es un mundo perfecto. El problema es la gente que piensa que lo es

The worst part about doing something inexcusable is that you can never take it back. It's like breaking a glass. It can't unbreak. The best you can do is sweep it up, and hope you don't step on the slivers you left behind.

Mientras que la libertad da lugar al crecimiento y la sabiduría, el permiso permite que el mal florezca a una luz del día que, de otro modo, acabaría por destruirlo.

That's right, pick on Emby, says Connor. Show everyone just how low you are.

I'm in my element, and my element is hydrogen burning in the heart of the sun!

unintelligible rumble.

But whatever he was going to say, it leaked away with the last of his life. His head came to rest on Rowan`s shoulder, while all around them distant cries of agony filled the icy air.

There is opportunity in every disaster, Jeri told her. A ship goes down, that's when I get excited. Because I know there are always treasures in the wreckage. Look what I found at the bottom of the sea. I found you.

Un niño no aprende a caminar si siempre lo llevan en unos amorosos brazos. Y una especie no puede crecer si nunca se enfrenta a las consecuencias de sus acciones. Negarle a la humanidad la lección de las consecuencias sería un error.

The mall was a mecca for a newborn street rat.

The fact is, 100 percent of you will still be alive, just in a divided state.

All his life there was only one thing Lec was allowed to believe. It had surrounded him, cocooned him, constricted him with the same stifling softness as the layers of insulation around him now. For the first time in his life, Lev feels those bounds around his soul begin to loosen.

And besides, the human heart if rarely practical.

One thing you learn when you've lived as long as I have—people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives.

It's out of my hands. Then put it back in your hands!

156,000,000 kilometers away. 6,000 degrees Celsius on the surface. I know these things, but I've never felt the reality of it! My god, Greyson, how do you stand it? How do you keep from dissolving into a puddle of emotion when you look upon it? The joy of it!

Si existieran mas donantes de organos, la desconexion jamas hubiera existido.

People prophesized doom at the hands of a soulless machine. But apparently the machine had a purer soul than any human. It watched the world from millions of eyes, listened from millions of ears. I either acted, or chose not to act on, the countless things it perceived.

And as I see it, they're all innocents. Even the guilty. Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood inno- cence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it. Humanity is inno- cent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.

He tries to think of other things, other places, but his mind keeps being drawn back to this place. Everyone's so close around him now. Yellow figures lean all around him like flower petals closing in. He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

What is it that drives us to seek such lofty goals, yet tear out the foundations? Why must we always sabotage the pursuit of our own dreams?" "We are imperfect beings," Munira said. "How could we ever fit in a perfect world?

Without the threat of suffering, we can't experience true joy. The best we get is pleasantness.