| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| accc7bc | But Mother, I don't want to go. It's just that...I have to. I can't spend the rest of my life hiding in the attic. [...] I don't want to be a burden[...]I want to do something with my life. Figure out ways to help other third kids. Make--make a difference in the world. | fiction distopia science-fiction | Margaret Peterson Haddix | |
| fd2057d | Late December, in Bridgwater, Somerset, Western Province, a middle-aged man named Thomas Wharnton, going home from work shortly after midnight, was set upon by youths. These knifed him, stripped him, spitted him, basted him, carved him, served him--all openly and without shame in one of the squares of the town. A hungry crowd clamoured for hunks and slices, kept back--that the King's Peace might not be broken--by munching and dripping greyboys. | distopia | Anthony Burgess | |
| 1ebaa7f | Tally really didn't have the strength to explain that she'd really meant her hangover, which was sprawled in her head like an overweight cat, sullen and squishy and disinclined to budge. | humorous humor scott-westerfeld tally-youngblood distopia hangover | Scott Westerfeld |