You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.

Barking hard work, being a boy.

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

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...

I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

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

You are so… 11:59

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

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...

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

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.

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...

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

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

All that glitters is not hovery.

…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...

Were you raised to wear trousers and be a soldier?

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...

The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.

What if destiny doesn’t care?

A milli-Helen is enough beauty to launch exactly one ship

And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful… or if the fall had changed the story...

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

But you weren’t born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.

As Melissa got closer, the taste of school began to foul her mouth.

People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that’s the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

We’re not freaks, Tally. We’re normal. We may not be gorgeous, but at least we’re not hyped-up Barbie dolls.

You look beautiful – David

Then dead pretty.

Una franja en la que se mezclaban el naranja y el amarillo prendía fuego al cielo,espléndida e inesperada, tan espectacular como los fuegos artificiales, aunquecambiaba a un ritmo majestuoso y apenas perceptible. Tally estaba descubriendo...

She couldn’t disappoint the whole village. There were no wallscreens here, no newsfeeds or satellites bands, and touring soccer teams were no doubt few and far between. (…), that made stories a valuable commodity, and...

I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.

The best way to know a city is to eat it.

Your father always suspected that being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They want to be vapid and lazy and vain—Maddy glanced at Tally—and selfish. It only takes a twist to lock...

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. “I’m Tally Youngblood,” she said. “make me pretty.

Most men’s awareness doesn’t extend past their dinner plates.

That’s the worst thing they do to you, to any of you. Whatever those brain lesions are all about, the worst damage is done before they even pick up the knife: You’re all brainwashed into...

Her only way home was to betray her friend.