Scott David Westerfeld (born May 5, 1963) is an American writer of young adult fiction, best known as the author of the Uglies and the Leviathan series.
I wouldn't say design has become strictly functional. A lot of cars these days look downright comic book to me, and the info-gadgets with which late industrial people spend the most time - phones, music players, etc. - are blobjects.
Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan
Deryn felt brilliant, rising through the air at the center off everyone's attention, like an acrobat aloft on a swing. She wanted to make a speech: Hey, all you sods, I can fly and you can't! A natural airman, in case you haven't noticed. And in conclusion, I'd like to add that I'm a girl and you can all get stuffed!
Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.
Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.
That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead.
What about a hoverboard?" "It's waiting on the roof, of course. " Dr. Cable snorted. "What is it about you miscreants and those things?
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 city of pretties to choose from, and we chose each other. "-Zane
your not alone, Tally. Don't pretend you are
I go where the lizards tell me.
I have no formal training as a writer at all, not even a single English class in college.
This is the power of the Goliath, that no one on earth, Clanker or Darwinist, can escape. So we all must learn to share the globe, or perish together!
Barking hard work, being a boy.
Let others wage war. You, lucky Austria, shall marry.
A little drama wins more friends than boring.
We needed to become world-famous soon, while there was still that kind of world to be famous in.
You're insane!" she shouted. "Pretty cool, huh?" "No!"Tally yelled. "Why didn't you tell me it was broken?" Shay shrugged. "More fun that way?" "More fun?" Her heart beating fast,her vision strangely clear. She was full of anger and relief and. . . joy. "Well, kind of. But you suck!
Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.
there was a beautiful princess with a prince kissing her lips only the prince was totally ugly
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.