You're insane!" she shouted. "Pretty cool, huh?" "No!"Tally yelled. "Why didn't you tell me it was broken?" Shay shrugged. "More fun that way?" "More fun?" Her heart beating fast,her vision strangely clear. She was full of anger and relief and...joy....
That's the worst thing they do to you, to any of you. Whatever those brain lesions are all about, the worst damage is done before they even pick up the knife: You're all brainwashed into believing you're ugly.
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
...I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say." "I'd rather have something to say.
But you weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.
Una franja en la que se mezclaban el naranja y el amarillo prendía fuego al cielo, espléndida e inesperada, tan espectacular como los fuegos artificiales, aunque cambiaba a un ritmo majestuoso y apenas perceptible. Tally estaba descubriendo que as...
Her only way home was to betray her friend.
Hoverboarding looks so fun, like being a bird. But actually doing it is hard work." Shay shrugged. "Being a bird's probably hard work too. Flapping your wings all day, you know?
Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment." Work?" Tally said. They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.
The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.
Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.
When she awoke, the world was on fire.
The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.
I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.
History would indicate that the majority of people have always been sheep.
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.
