Scott Westerfeld
Scott Westerfeld
Scott David Westerfeldis an American writer of young adult fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth5 May 1963
CityDallas, TX
CountryUnited States of America
enemy my-best-friend sometimes
I feel like sometimes my best friend is not my best friend but my mortal enemy
ideas noses
Where did you get that idea for a nose? - Frizz Mizuno
fire world
When she awoke, the world was on fire.
college class training
I have no formal training as a writer at all, not even a single English class in college.
fun ugly feels
Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun." "We are ugly.
monday night long
It's just been a long week, that's all." "It's monday night, Jess." "My point exactly.
fall kids thinking
Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posie. Ashes ashes, we all fall down. Some people say that this poem is about the Black Death, the fourteenth-century plague that killed 100-million people... Sadly, though, most experts think this is nonsense... How can I be so sure about this rhyme when all the experts disagree? Because I ate the kid who made it up.
lines firsts technique
I like my first lines short and declarative. No complicated sentences. Of course, that's not really a Scott thing. It's pretty classic grab-the-reader technique.
two killers gorgeous
Two weeks of killer sunburn is worth a lifetime of being gorgeous
brain damage despised
Which was worse: a friend with brain damage, or one who despised you?
looks exit problem
That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead.
mistake thinking people
I'm not sure what I am anymore... Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to me―a big collection of brainwashing, surgeries, and cures... That, and all the mistakes I've made. All the people I've disappointed.
together earth share
This is the power of the Goliath, that no one on earth, Clanker or Darwinist, can escape. So we all must learn to share the globe, or perish together!
splitting
You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.