You don't like her, do you?" "Who, me? No, I love her dearly. Evil scheming bitches are my favorite kind of people."… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
It's that quirky kind of weekend feeling they write ridiculous sunny-day songs about. You know the ones--I'm sure they're on your iPod… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
The way I see it, truth only looks good when you're looking at it from far away. It's kind of like that… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
Touch is a freaky thing when you're not used to it. It makes you feel all kinds of things. — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
You're going to pee in someone's suitcase?" "Do you have any other ideas?" And suddenly Miracolina begins to snicker, then giggle, then… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
Crawley reached into the pocket of his fancy robe - a dinner jacket, I think it's called. The kind of thing Professer… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“Picking locks was not a skill he had ever cultivated, but he persisted day after day, turning the tip of his talon into different… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“If you come anywhere near my daughter, I will see to it that you are taken apart piece by bloody piece. Do I make… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug. — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when “should be” gets crushed… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
That's wisdom you can take to the grave, and dig up when you need it! — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“And you know the darkness beyond despair, just as intimately as you know the soaring heights. Because in this and all universes, there is… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“while an adult could rarely be universally loved, everyone could love the right kid.” — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“It's like art, you know? Picasso had to prove to the world he can paint the right way, before he goes putting both eyes… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
The way I see it, the impossible happens all the time; but we're so good at taking it for granted, we forget it was… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
