Extras By Scott Westerfeld Quotes

You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.

Sometimes, the hardest thing was doing nothing.

Let me get this stright, Aya-Chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie?" -Frizz mizuno

Why are you still wearing...?" Aya began. "Oh, that's not smart plastic? You're really an ugly?" David rolled his eyes and Shay said quietly, "David's never had any surge at all. But I wouldn't use the word ugly...Tally might eat you.

Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.

Even mocking people helped their face stats. In the reputation economy, the only real way to hurt anyone was to ignore them completely. And it was pretty hard to ignore someone who made your blood boil.

I know what it’s like to be manipulated, Aya-la. And I know what it’s like to be in danger. While your city was building you mansions to live in, my friends and I have been protecting this planet. We’ve spilled more blood than you have flowing in your veins. So don’t try to make me feel guilty! -Tally Youngblood, Extras

Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.

You all say you need us. Well, maybe you do, but not to help, with the millions of bubbly new minds about to be unleashed, with all the cities coming awake at last. Together, you're more than enough to change the world without us. So from now on, David and I are here to stand in your way. You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.

Where did you get that idea for a nose? - Frizz Mizuno

Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.

If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what's right in front of you.

You look beautiful - David

Okay... That's still blind-making.

She turned to Frizz. "So you understand the problem? You can't let Tally know about Radical Honesty. There's no telling what she'll do if she finds out you could ruin her plans." Frizz's eyebrows rose. "So let me get this straight, Aya-chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie?" "We need another plan," Hiro said.

peeps cant turn into anything smaller than what they are. where would the extra mass go

And here's what I realized: You Sly Girls don't cry when you watch the big-face parties on the feeds, just because you weren't invited. You don't stay friends with people you hate, just to bump your face rank. And even though nobody knows what you're doing out here, you don't feel invisible at all. Do you? No one answered, but they were listening. Fame is radically stupid, that's all. So I want to try something else.

My name’s Tally Youngblood,” she said. “Sorry to disturb you, but this is a special circumstance.

Run and hide. We're on our way.

A liberdade costuma destruir as coisas, sabe.

The wisdom of the crowd, Aya. If a million people look at a puzzle, chances are that one of them knows the answer. Or maybe ten people each know one piece, and that’s enough to put it all together.

Gods are so last year,” Hiro said, and Aya smiled.

Maybe it’s like the Youngblood cults say: Being crim can change the world.

Lurking behind every chance to be made whole by fame is the axman of further dismemberment. —Leo Braudy, The Frenzy of Renown

In the upper right corner, Gamma Matsui was kicking a new tech religion. Some history clique had applied averaging software to the world’s great spiritual books, then programmed it to spit out godlike decrees. For some reason, the software had told them not to eat pigs. “Who would do that in the first place?” Aya asked.

Gods are so last year,

David’s never had any surge at all. But I wouldn’t use the word ugly—Tally might eat you.

But we lost so much in the Prettytime - all the foundations were gone. So we're stuck making it up as we go along!" Tally laughed. "So what else is new, Frizz? Life doesn't come with an instruction manual. So don't tell me that humanity being logic-missing is my fault.

Whatever Hiro said about fame protecting her, it felt safer next to Frizz than under the eyes of a million people.

mass production. Instead of making things only when people needed them, like holes in the wall did, Rusty factories had churned out vast quantities of stuff—the whole world in a giant competition to use up resources as quickly as possible.

Don’t worry, Aya-la,” Tally said, firmly grasping her wrist. “You’ll still be real, even with no hovercam watching.

If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what’s right in front of you.

the city interface didn’t care why people were talking about you—because you were talented or merely beautiful, ingenious or just crazy, concerned about the planet or outraged over nothing at all

Along its raw dirt floor, puddles of afternoon rain reflected the starlit sky, like jagged slivers of mirror.

The Rusties had more than one dream ..... After the first crude city killers were invented... they were redesigned to send people into space. Death and hope in one machine,

When the people of the world all know beauty as beauty, There arises the recognition of ugliness. When they all know the good as good, There arises the recognition of evil.

If a tree falls and nobody’s watching, then it doesn’t make a sound,

Some history clique had applied averaging software to the world’s great spiritual books, then programmed it to spit out godlike decrees. For some reason, the software had told them not to eat pigs.

He’d borrowed one of their father’s old formal jackets: black spider silk and real bamboo buttons. He didn’t look half bad.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. —Othello (Iago, Act II, scene iii)

Once you’d told yourself a story enough times, it was so easy to keep on believing it.

Instead of making things only when people needed them, like holes in the wall did, Rusty factories had churned out vast quantities of stuff—the whole world in a giant competition to use up resources as quickly as possible.

Worse, it was the ultimate way to turn people into extras—sitting all day performing the same task again and again, each worker a minuscule part of the whole machine. Anonymous and invisible.