Heart

“With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Pretties

“Walking along past the store windows, into which she peers with her usual eagerness, her usual sense that maybe, today, she will discover behind them something that will truly be worth seeing, she feels as if her feet are not on cement at all but on ice. The blade of the skate floats, she knows, on a thin film of water, which it melts by pressure and which freezes behind it. This is the freedom of the present tense, this sliding edge.”
― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

“It must have been then that I began to lose faith in reasonable argument as the sole measure of truth.”
― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

“Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Uglies