Neal Shusterman (born November 12, 1962) is an American writer of young-adult fiction. He won the National Book Award for Young People's Literature for Challenger Deep.
What? Were you born stupid, or did you just die that way?
Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.
I came running down the stairs that morning, like it was Christmas. My parents were already up. In my family, presents never waited; they were there upon waking. Our family has a problem with what they called delayed gratification. We want what we want when we want it, and we always want it now.
Well. . . you're a martyr and I'm a patron saint-I can't think of anyone better!
Mental illness is by far the most misunderstood, and stigmatized, of all afflictions. Statistically, one in three families in the U. S. deals with mental illness, and yet it's rarely discussed in the open. It's time for that to change.
You may feel a tugging sensation near your ankles.
They signed the unwind order just to spite each other,but laugh,laugh,laugh,Hayden, because if you ever stop laughing,it might just tear you apart worse than a Chop Shop.
Anger is only our friend when we know its caliber and how to aim it.
the captain is supposed to go down with the ship". "unless the first mate knocks him out and throws him in a lifeboat
Sure, when you're in the midst of your own suffering, it's easy to convince yourself that you're no good—but we are all tested in this life. . . The measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.
I smell fear, he said with a quiet intensity. But not nearly enough.
She plays music to heal herself, but nothing can heal her brokenness.
Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you. " "I understand.
Respect doesn't come without a little resentment.
Why are you still with me, Fry?" CyFi asks after one of his body-shaking seizures. "Any sane dude woulda taken off days ago. "Who says I'm sane?" "Oh, you're sane, Fry. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.
In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.
You have robbed me, and everyone here, of their purpose. That's not salvation, that's damnation.
We move in and out of darkness and light all our lives. Right now I'm pleased to be in the light.
All this time, Lev ever realized what he needed. He did not need to be adored or pitied. He needed to be forgiven. Not by God, who is all forgiving. Not by people like Marcus and Pastor Dan, who would always stand by his side. He needed to be forgiven by an unforgiving world.
They meet in the girls' bathroom. The last time they were forced to meet in a place like this, they took separate, isolated stalls. Now they share one. They hold each other in the tight space, making no excuses for it. There's no time left in their lives for games, or for awkwardness, or for pretending they don't care about each others, and so they kiss as if they've done it forever. As if it is as crucial as the need for oxygen.