Scythe (Arc of a Scythe, #1)

by Neal Shusterman

For to put oneself above all other laws is a fundamental recipe for disaster.

“Nothing we learn is useless,”

Will we all be renaissance children, skilled at every art and science, because we’ve had the time to master them? Or will boredom and slavish routine plague us even more than it does today, giving us less of a reason to live limitless lives? I dream of the former, but suspect the latter.

And which is worse—to be despised, or to be ignored?

For only the pain of empathy will keep us human.