Your father always suspected that being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They want to be vapid and lazy and vain—Maddy glanced at Tally—and selfish. It only takes a twist to lock in that part of their personalities. He always thought that some people could think their way out of it.

Having a brain hurt so much sometimes.

The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.

Barking hard work, being a boy.

All that glitters is not hovery.

You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.

I love my virginity to the apocalypse.