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“Most people have two emergency modes. But Connor always knew he had three: Fight, Flight, and Screw Up Royally. It was a dangerous mental circuit.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“You don’t just go to somebody and say, ‘I’m a better person because you’re in my head.”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“He will only do the wrong thing when it's the right thing to do..”
― Neal Shusterman, Unwind

“Wars have a way reinventing people. And making too many things disappear.

-Sonia”
― Neal Shusterman, UnSouled

“Really?" Risa said, disgusted. "'What do we have here?' Is that your best line? If you're going to attack a defenseless girl in an alley, at least try not to be ³¦±ô¾±³¦³óé about it.”
― Neal Shusterman, UnSouled

“I'm against solutions that are worse than the problem. Like old women who want their hair dyed the color of shoe polish to hide the gray.”
― neal shusterman, UnSouled

“She looked around the room, glanced over him and Micah waited.
Her Gaze passed him, then again. On the third pass she lingered as she continued to watch her, allowing his gaze to memorize those features just before her eyes met his.
A jolt od power flashed through him. Her ligth blue eyes flickered with interest, fear, then interest again, as though she wasn't certain which she should feel.
He let his gaze continue to hers, let his mind reach out to her, soothe her, ease her. He used his eyes rather than his expression to calm the fear that he knew he would be rising within her.
Micah knew the power of a look. When two people touched from across a distance, that touch could be frightening, wary, or a stroke of gentleness. He stroked her gently. He never let his eyes dip below her chin; rather, he let himself take in every nuance of expression, every shift of each facial motion, the flicker of her lashes, the shadows in her eyes, the tension in her small body.
She was like a little bird ready to fly. Poised at the edge of her seat.her body stiff and prepared to run.
Easy, little bird, he thought, letting his thoughts touch his gaze. There is no pain here; there is no fear.”
― Lora Leigh, Maverick

“Reírse de ellos, ridiculizarlos, hacerlos sentir desamparados; sólo así podría cambiar algo. Una labor de Sísifo, sí, pero vale la pena emprenderla y, además, reduce la monotonía de la vida. Si resulta imposible humanizar esos rostros de hormigón armado que los políticos aspiran a adquirir desde su primer pinche puestecito, al menos se podría logra hacer visibles algunas craqueladuras. Los jóvenes están hasta la madre de tanta tontería, ya ni siquiera se asoman al Museo de Antropología para no ver reproducidos en la Coatlicue los hieráticos gestos de sus dirigentes. Es necesario que todo el mundo aprenda a reírse de esos monigotes ridículos y siniestros que dirigen a la nación como si por su boca se expresara la historia, no la viva, eso nunca, sino la que ellos han embalsamado. Cualquier novedad los amedrenta.”
― Sergio Pitol, El arte de la fuga