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.
Hayden shouts, "To the new Teen Uprising!
I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I. . . I. . . I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I. . . don't remember where. . . Left parietal lobe. I. . . I. . . I can't remember my name,but. . . but. . . Right temporal. . . but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here. . . Right occipital. I'm still. . . Right parietal. I'm. . . Cerebellum. I'm. . . Thalamus. I. . . Hypothalamus. I. . . Hippocampus. . . Medulla.
There's a set of unspoken rules we live by when it comes to fighting. We can't help it. It comes from living in a civilized world. Even when you're fighting your hardest, somewhere deep down, you know how far you can go. But today the rules are gone. Today I fight not to win, but to destroy.
The good thing about being explosive is that no one can beat you.
Milestone! This is a momentous occasion," he tells her cheerily. "It should be witnessed by a friend. " She throws him an icy gaze, and he does a verbal back pedal. "Aaaand since no friends are present, I'll have to do.
You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated. I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.
What, are you totally psycho?" I shouted. "Maybe I am!" he screamed back at me. "Maybe that's just what I am. Maybe I'm that quiet guy who suddenly goes nuts and then you find half the neighborhood in his freezer. " I gotta admit, that one stumped me for a second - but only for a second. "Which half?" I asked. "Huh?" "Which half of the neighborhood? Could you make it the people on the other side of Avenue T, because I never really liked them anyway.
The way I see it, truth only looks good when you're looking at it from far away. It's kind of like that beautiful girl you see on the street when you're riding past in the bus. . . there she is, this amazing girl walking by on the street, and you think if you could only get off this stupid bus and introduce yourself to her, your life would change. The thing is, she's not as perfect as you think, and if you ever got off the bus to introduce yourself, you'd find out. . . This girl is truth. She's not so pretty, not so nice. But then, once you get to know her, all that stuff doesn't seem to matter.
Lord, if what I'm doing is wrong, then by all means strike me down. Otherwise set me free.
That's wisdom you can take to the grave, and dig up when you need it!
A pedestal is the most insidious prison ever devised.
Wars are often waged not because of what we believe, but because of the things we want others to believe.
When you live a life without questions, you're unprepared for the questions when they come.
The thing was, if I had found a way to escape- even for just a little while- I knew the pain would be there waiting for me when I got back.
You may feel a tugging sensation near your ankles.
The nation was tearing itself apart over pro-life and pro-choice but completely ignored the problems of the kids who were already here. I mean, no schools, no work, no clue if they'd even have a future. They just went nuts!
No," says Ariana. "It was a dream. Reality got in the way, that's all.
It's amazing that something as simple as a kiss can overpower the worst of worries.
It holds no fear for her now, because the shark has been tamed by the soul of a boy. No--the soul of a man.
The living do not see eternity, just as they don't see Everlost, but they sense both in ways that they don't even know. They don't feel the Everlost barrier set across the Mississippi River, and yet no one had ever dared to draw city boundaries that straddle both sides of its waters. The living do not see Afterlights, and yet everyone has had times when they've felt a presence near them - sometimes comforting, sometimes not - but always strong enough to make one turn around and look over one's shoulder.