Peeps Quotes

“Haven't you ever known someone rejected by a lover, who, consumed by rage and jealousy, never lets go? They look on from a distance, unseen but boiling inside. The emotion never seems to tire, this hatred mixed with intense obsession, even with a kind of twisted love.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire?

Um, maybe?”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“As a bio major, I figured "free will" meant chemicals in your brain telling you what to do, the molecules bouncing around in a way that felt like choosing but was actually the dance of little gears--neurons and hormones bubbling up into decisions like clockwork. You don't use your body; it uses you.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“so pRetty i hAd to Eat hiM”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“You know,' I called, 'you're the one that's going to have to explain to Max how you got your blender back.'
I'll tell him I astral-projected. Butt-head.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Dude, I just watched you climb up a f*cking building!-Lace”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“A rat called Possible New Strain was sitting under a spaghetti strainer held down with a pile of journalism textbooks, saying rude things in rat-speak.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?"

Morgan sighed again. "The whole thing was really embarrassing; my parents sent me to Brooklyn when they found out." She shrugged. "I thought I’d be safe in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?"

Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?"

I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadn’t been in the city...very long. I didn’t know.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“He chuckled, shaking his head. "Man, you hunters. I break a pencil and there's hell to pay."

"I can see how that's deeply unfair, Chip. Especially if that pencil should try to kill you with it teeth and claws, or launch its brood of a thousand deadly paper clips against you.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“I'm not the one going for a biology degree. I'm just a philosophy major who eats people.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Lace: "Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire?"

Cal: "Um, maybe?”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Maybe the natural world wasn't so jaw-droppingly horrible, appaling, nasty, vile. Sometimes nature could be quite sweet, really, as delicate as a confused and horny butterfly.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?!”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“The Shrink always warned me that carriers stay wracked with lifelong guilt. It's not an uplifting thing having turned lovers into monsters. We feel bad that we haven't turned into monsters ourselves--survivor's guilt, that's called. And we feel a bit stupid that we didn't notice our own symptoms earlier. I mean, I'd been sort of wondering why the Atkins diet was giving me night vision. But that hadn't seemed like something to worry about...”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“peeps cant turn into anything smaller than what they are. where would the extra mass go”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“NO, WE DO NOT HAVE PENS!

Bring your own. You'll need them. You see, like every other department in the city, Records runs on Almighty Forms. There are forms that tell the Night Mayor's office what we hunters are doing - starting an investigation, ending one, or reaching various points along the way. There are forms that make things happen, from installing rat traps to getting lab work done. There are forms with which to requisition peep-hunting equipment, from tiger cages to Tasers. (The form for commandeering a genuine NYC garbage truck may be thirty-four pages long, but one day I will think of some reason to fill it out, I swear to you.) There are even forms that activate other forms or switch them off, that cause other forms to mutate, thus bringing newly formed forms into the world. Put together, all these forms are the vast spiral of information that defines us, guides our growth, and makes sure our future looks like our past - they are the DNA of the Night Watch.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Burnt like lever got stuck down toast.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Predators and prey and ruin—it’s amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“Hookworms,” I said. “Hookworms?” He took the seat next to me. “Never heard of that. ” I sipped from my third Bahamalama-Dingdong. “Well, they burrow in through your feet, using this enzyme that breaks down skin tissue, then travel along the bloodstream till they get into your lungs. They mess up your breathing, so you cough them up. But you know how you always swallow a little bit of phlegm?” One of his eyebrows raised, but he admitted he did. “Well, a few hookworm eggs get swallowed along with the phlegm and travel down into your intestines, where they grow to be about half an inch long.” I held up my fingers a hookworm’s length apart. “And they develop this circle of teeth in their mouths, like a coil of barbed wire. They start chomping into your intestinal wall and sucking your blood.” I realized I was going into drunken detail here and paused to check if he was still interested. “Really?” His voice sounded a bit dry. I nodded. “Wouldn’t lie to you, Dave. But here’s the cool thing. They produce this special anticlotting factor, kind of like blood antifreeze, so the wound doesn’t scab over. You become a sort of temporary hemophiliac, just in that one spot. Your intestines won’t stop bleeding until the hookworm gets its fill!” “Hookworms, huh?” he asked. “That’s what they’re called.” Dave nodded gravely, standing back up. He grasped my shoulder firmly, a serious expression on his face. His thoughtful features seemed to reflect for a moment the hard road I had in front of me. “Good luck with that,” he said.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps