And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful... or if the fall had changed the story completely.
Even bloody and bruised, he had an odd sort of swagger, as if he crash-landed in giant air ships every day.
Sometimes you can’t choose what you love.
So what are those balloons for? In case you fall off your hoverboard?′ – Tally to Peris.
Or maybe when they do the operation- when they grind and stretch your bones to the right shape, peel off your face and rub all your skin away, and stick in plastic cheekbones so you look like everybody else- maybe after going through all that you just aren’t very interesting anymore. -Shay, Uglies.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
Rex lost his specs.
Nummy-time!“ – Cal.
I’ll tell him I astral-projected. Butt-head.
I make it a policy never to appear surprised” – Dr Barlow.
Okay... That’s still blind-making.
That was the trick- to keep punching, no matter what.
Writers can live everywhere. It’s our superpower.
Nature can blow me.
It’s exciting. But you can’t keep fighting the way things are forever.
Face it, Tally-wa, you’re special.
Your public-spiritedness is appreciated, I assure you.
Without lesions making everyone agreeable, society was left roiling in a constant battle of words, images, and ideas. All around her Tally felt the city seething, all those unfettered minds bouncing their opinions off each other, like something ready to explode.
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.