And hidden within the agony the strange clarity came again, as if the world had ordered itself into something that made perfect sense.
Adulation is like rain. You can only get so wet.
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 to what I say.I'd rather have some...
Pero siempre se corre un riesgo cuando uno... besa a alguien nuevo
You weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.
You and David could both be right. Maybe human beings are programmed … to help one another, even to fall in love. But just because it's human nature doesn't make it bad, Tally. Besides, we had a whole...
Without lesions making everyone agreeable, society was left roiling in a constant battle of words, images, and ideas. All around her Tally felt the city seething, all those unfettered minds bouncing t...
We were all troublemakers, Zane said. So we have exciting stuff stored in our heads. But you have to keep telling those stories, listening to one another, and breaking the rules. You have to stay bubb...
We all steal, Standerson said. The trick is to steal from regular people, not other novelists.
To everyone who loves a long-secret romance, revealed at last.
The woman looked like she was starving, her ribs thrusting out from her sides, her legs so thin that Tally wondered how they didn’t snap under her weight. Her elbows and pelvic bones looked sharp as n...
The scent of a faraway place lay on my skin.
The guy walking past was wearing a shit five sizes too big (innovated by gangbangers to hide guns in their waistbands), shorts down below his knees (innovated by surfers to keep their thighs from gett...
Reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.
It's important to understand that the human brain is filled with meaningless chatter. Improperly trained or augmented, it jumps between reliving past humiliations and worrying over future hypothetical...
I'm not sure what I am anymore... Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to mea big collection of brainwashing, surgeries, and cures... That, and all the mistakes I've made. All...
I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.
Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.