Neal Shusterman Quotes

Please give me a single reason why I shouldn't hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.

It's a big question. Where do you begin to change the world?

Death doesn't just make all the world kin, it makes all religions one

Then they pull onto Route 66, heading east into a world that's ripe for saving

Happiness is not a state of being. Happiness is a vector, it is movement.

How easy is murder when one calls it by a different name? How much easier is it for the conscience to condone “reaping” than “killing” - and when one knows that death isn’t the end, does it stop the killing hand for fear of retribution, or does it simply make it easier to kill, because, if life continues, how can murder be murder at all?

And," added Mikey. "she's my sister."
The others looked at him for a moment, and broke out laughing.
"Yeah, yeah," Squirrel scoffed, "and the McGill is my cousin."
Now Allie burst out laughing, which made Mikey more annoyed.
"If the McGill was your cousin," Mikey said, "I can guarantee he'd disown you.

...the Statue of Liberty's got this invitation: 'Give me your tired, your poor, your reeking homeless-'

'Huddled masses,' said Ira. 'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.'
...
Okay, fine. So like everybody in the old countries says, 'Hey, I'm a huddled mass,' and they all wanna come over.

The good Lord wouldn't have put it in your heart if it wasn't right.

Cowards hide [...] but warriors lie and wait [...] the only difference is whether you're motivated by fear or purpose.

Dreams can twist your emotions like no reality can.

Perhaps that is the greatest crime of conquest-that a civilization is denied the right to evolve beyond its own embarrassment.

The thing was, if I had found a way to escape- even for just a little while- I knew the pain would be there waiting for me when I got back.

In the end, blame didn't shine on an individual. It was a floodlight cast on all of us. And all because we longed for healing and happiness- as if happiness is a state of being. But it's not. Happiness is a vector. It's movement. Like my own momentum across the pool, joy can only be defined by the speed at which you're moving away from pain.

but laugh, laugh, laugh, because if you ever stop laughing, it might just tear you apart

Happiness is a vector. It can only be defined by the speed at which you're moving away from pain.

And so, as the mob backs away to give them space... as the riot police holster their weapons, standing down, and as Risa takes the podium, calming the crowd with a voice as soothing as a sonata, Connor Lassiter holds his family like he'll never let them go.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

She plays music to heal herself, but nothing can heal her brokenness.

does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?