But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.

— Scott Westerfeld

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.

— Scott Westerfeld

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

— Scott Westerfeld

Do you love him?” Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. “He makes me feel like that. Like flying.”“Then, you have to tell him.”“I told you, I kissed him!”“It’s hardly the same. I kissed you, after all. That wasn’t love, Mr. Sharp.”“Aye, and what exactly was it?”“Curiosity.” Limit smiled. “And as I said, you’re quite a dashing boy.”“But I’m pretty sure Alex doesn’t want a dashing boy!”“You can’t be sure until you ask.” Deryn shook her head. “You were raised to throw bombs. I wasn’t.”“Were you raised to wear trousers and be a soldier?

— Scott Westerfeld

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

— Scott Westerfeld

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 in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?" Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?" I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadn’t been in the city...very long. I didn’t know.

— Scott Westerfeld

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

— Scott Westerfeld

Her only way home was to betray her friend.

— Scott Westerfeld

He thinks Goliath can end the war," Alex managed at last. "The man wants peace!" "As do we all," Count Volker said. "But there are many ways to end a war. Some are more peaceful than others.

— Scott Westerfeld

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

— Scott Westerfeld