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Sometimes you can’t choose what you love.

Scott Westerfeld

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Scott Westerfeld
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: May 5
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Dallas
Texas
Scott David Westerfeld
Choose
Sometimes
Love

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Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was? Fragile? Volger looked about. I hadn't thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn't speak well of your sturdiness.
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Maybe she still was a pretty-head, making up irrational stories about the empty forest. The longer she stayed alone out here, the more Tally understood why the Rusties and their predecessors had believed in invisible beings, praying to placate spirits as they trashed the natural world around them.
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I go where the lizards tell me.
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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.
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Lilt pulled away. I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it... She shook her head, tears tracking the dust off her face, and turned to stare at the fallen tower. Have we all gone mad to want this?
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I expect that you must receive top marks at school, young lady. Madeleine smiled as she stirred her tea. There are always rewards for those who state the obvious frequently and with conviction.
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That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.
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Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.
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She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.
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Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.
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And you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.
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What happens when perfection isn't good enough?
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Having a brain hurt so much sometimes.
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All that glitters is not hovery.
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She couldn't disappoint the whole village. There were no wallscreens here, no newsfeeds or satellites bands, and touring soccer teams were no doubt few and far between. (...), that made stories a valuable commodity, and it probably wasn't very often that a stranger dropped in from the sky.
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Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.
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