You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.

Barking hard work, being a boy.

The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.

I’d watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal – against normal, not beside it. Locks didn’t cure; they strangled.

I’m a girl.”When Deryn opened her eyes, the lady boffin was staring at her with no change of expression. “Indeed,” she said.Deryn’s mouth feel open. “You mean you…Did you barking know?””I had no idea at...

She needed Andrew Simpson Smith, it was that simple. And he had spent his life training to help people like her. Gods. “Okay, Andrew. But let’s leave today. I’m in a hurry.””Of course. Today.” He...

Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.

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

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

The Shrink always warned me that carriers stay wracked with lifelong guilt. It’s not an uplifting thing having turned lovers into monsters. We feel bad that we haven’t turned into monsters ourselves–survivor’s guilt, that’s called....

Do you love him?”Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. “He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

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

High school wasn’t a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track.

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there’d been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.

More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.

Maybe they’re not as mindless as we thought, or so dedicated to turning every last human into one of them. Like Kalyn says, they were just bored, waiting for something better to happen.And that better...

Alek said, “Do you think I’m being a fool?” “I think you’re trying to do something good. But doing good is rarely easy, and no weapon has ever stopped a war.

The man was allergic to sleep.

I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

…humanity is a disease, a cancer on the body of the world.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.

I expect that you must receive top marks at school, young lady.”Madeleine smiled as she stirred her tea. “There are always rewards for those who state the obvious frequently and with conviction.

First love is amazing and wonderful, but a kind of panic underlies it, a sense of not knowing what you’re doing.

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

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...

being metaphors” whose sole purpose is to represent things in the real world; they eat the real world.

And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.

You are so… 11:59

I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

Maybe she still was a pretty-head, making up irrational stories about the empty forest. The longer she stayed alone out here, the more Tally understood why the Rusties and their predecessors had believed in invisible...

And I kind of love it that you want to know everything.

Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city.””There are no limits in war,” Volger said, still staring out the window.

Left alone, human beings are a plague. They multiply relentlessly, consuming every resource, destroying everything they touch.

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

With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future… all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.

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...

What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.

…this is life. Right here in this room, with you, is life.

History would indicate that the majority of people have always been sheep.

No matter how far from the war we run, it always catches up with us.

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.

At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.

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.

Hoverboarding looks so fun, like being a bird. But actually doing it is hard work.”Shay shrugged. “Being a bird’s probably hard work too. Flapping your wings all day, you know?

Nature didn’t need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.

…I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who’s that? and want to get to know me, and listen...

All that glitters is not hovery.

Not everything made you stronger. It was possible to survive, yet still be crippled for your trouble. Sometimes it was okay to run away, to skip the test, to chicken out. Or at least to...