Quotes About Scott Westerfeld

That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.

Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire? Um, maybe?

Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posie. Ashes ashes, we all fall down. Some people say that this poem is about the Black Death, the fourteenth-century plague that killed 100-million people... Sadly, though, most experts think this is nonsense... How can I be so sure about this rhyme when all the experts disagree? Because I ate the kid who made it up.

Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment. Work? Tally said. They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.

What about a hoverboard? It's waiting on the roof, of course. Dr. Cable snorted. What is it about you miscreants and those things?

I like my first lines short and declarative. No complicated sentences. Of course, that's not really a Scott thing. It's pretty classic grab-the-reader technique.

I'll tell him I astral-projected. Butt-head.

Lace: Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire? Cal: Um, maybe?

Blurbs don't work anymore!" was another. "You should make sure that the quotable lines of dialogue in your book never exceed a hundred and forty characters!" seemed at best debatable.

Weird, even for one of us. Or maybe she's worse. Worse how? Normal.

Irony is always the best weapon against facism.

What a waste, using her talents this way. Like a brain surgeon clubbing seals for a living.

Moxie's wifi network is You_Suck_at_Writing, with underscores. The password's 'DearGenius,' no space. You found the note on her desk, right?

Novelists are evil psychopomps, basically. We treat a few characters as real, but the rest of them are cannon fodder.

Während Alek zuschaute, begriff er, wie primitiv er das Gerät benutzt hatte, so wie eine Katze, die Klavier spielt.

Writing fairies can get grumpy in a new house," Johari said. "Like cats. Mine pissed on the pillows every night for a week after I moved up to New York.

Ninety percent of the research comes first. I mostly blunder around reading stuff and talking to smart people until an idea batters or oozes its way through to my narrative brain.

I'm not the one going for a biology degree. I'm just a philosophy major who eats people.