dystopian-fiction

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
7302a51	It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.	divergent-insurgent prior tris divergent-series tris-prior dystopia dystopian dystopian-fiction	Veronica Roth
5eafe70	If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with.	inspirational dystopian dystopian-fiction good-book inside-out insider maria-snyder snyder maria-v-snyder	Maria V. Snyder
fc75d3c	Never trust a man who sits, uninvited, at the head of the table in another man's home.	perfection trust flawed dystopian dystopian-fiction	Cecelia Ahern
a1fa054	He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.	fiction reality escape-from-reality fahrenheit-451 ray-bradbury rebirth dystopian dystopian-fiction	Ray Bradbury
01b8a97	"Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. "Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?" asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. "You always get your kicks pointing out defects?" retorted The Drippy Man. "Just curious. Never seen anything like it before." "I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants." "So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?" "Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?" Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. "He is quite sensitive," commented The Dry Advisor. "Who is he?" "A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does."	writing future politics books dubai economic-collapse small-press spy-thriller espionage end-of-the-world conspiracy dystopia authors economics satire maine dystopian-fiction writers	Jeff Phillips
38cfffe	I'm thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we're free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other ... you and me.	gay-romance glbt-romance post-apocalyptic erotic-romance dystopian-fiction gay survival-story	Leslie Lee Sanders

7302a51

It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.

divergent-insurgent prior tris divergent-series tris-prior dystopia dystopian dystopian-fiction

Veronica Roth

5eafe70

If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with.

inspirational dystopian dystopian-fiction good-book inside-out insider maria-snyder snyder maria-v-snyder

Maria V. Snyder

fc75d3c

Never trust a man who sits, uninvited, at the head of the table in another man's home.

perfection trust flawed dystopian dystopian-fiction

Cecelia Ahern

a1fa054

He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.

fiction reality escape-from-reality fahrenheit-451 ray-bradbury rebirth dystopian dystopian-fiction

Ray Bradbury

01b8a97

"Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. "Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?" asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. "You always get your kicks pointing out defects?" retorted The Drippy Man. "Just curious. Never seen anything like it before." "I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants." "So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?" "Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?" Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. "He is quite sensitive," commented The Dry Advisor. "Who is he?" "A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does."

writing future politics books dubai economic-collapse small-press spy-thriller espionage end-of-the-world conspiracy dystopia authors economics satire maine dystopian-fiction writers

Jeff Phillips

38cfffe

I'm thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we're free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other ... you and me.

gay-romance glbt-romance post-apocalyptic erotic-romance dystopian-fiction gay survival-story

Leslie Lee Sanders