Specials

I love you all. But it's time to say good-bye, for now. be careful with the world, or the next time we meet, it might get ugly. -Tally Youngblood

I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have too - Tally Youngblood

Having a brain hurt so much sometimes.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.

your not alone, Tally. Don't pretend you are

I can pick up the city feeds on my antenna. It said they were going to change you all. Turn you into something less dangerous. Are you still...?" She gazed at him. "What do you think, David?" He peered into her eyes for a long moment, then sighed and shook his head. "You just look like Tally to me." She looked down, her vision blurring. What's the matter?" Nothing, David." She shook her head. "You just took on five million years of evolution again." I what? Did I say something wrong?" No." She smiled. "You said something right.

Tally, do you ever suffer from sudden flashes of anger or euphoria, countersocial impulses, or feelings of superiority?

Be careful with the world , or the next time we meet, it might get ugly.

It doesn't take much convincing to make someone believe they're better than everyone else.

you just took on five million years of evolution again

The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

So what are those balloons for? In case you fall off your hoverboard?' -- Tally to Peris

Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.

That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean YOU had to.

What about a hoverboard?" "It's waiting on the roof, of course." Dr. Cable snorted. "What is it about you miscreants and those things?

I'm not sure what I am anymore... Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to me―a big collection of brainwashing, surgeries, and cures... That, and all the mistakes I've made. All the people I've disappointed.

you're infamous, Tally. Everyone's terrified of you. The new system may have made the other cities nervous, but they seem to think my little gang of psychotic sixteen-year-olds is worse" - Cable to Tally

That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead.

She'd never have to cut herself again. She carries a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. —Rabindranath Tagore, “Stray Birds

Controlling someone by changing their brain is like trying to stop a hovercar by digging a ditch. If they think hard enough, they can fly right over.

From now on, no one rewires my mind but me.

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.

I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have too

But having a brain hurt so much sometimes.