“—Al hacerte perfecto, tu aspecto no es lo único que cambia —concluyó Tally.—No —convino David—. También lo hace tu pensamiento.”

“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.”

“Todo el mundo estaba condicionado por el lugar donde nacía, confinado por sus propias creencias, pero al menos había que intentar que la mente se desarrollara más allá de dichos límites. De lo contrario, era como su uno viviera en una reserva, adorando a un puñado de falsos dioses.”

“I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty." -Tally Youngblood”

“You and David could both be right. Maybe human beings are programmed … to help one another, even to fall in love. But just because it's human nature doesn't make it bad, Tally. Besides, we had a whole city of pretties to choose from, and we chose each other."-Zane”

“She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.”

“Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.”