We don't always get to choose what we love.

She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.

What about a hoverboard?" "It's waiting on the roof, of course." Dr. Cable snorted. "What is it about you miscreants and those things?

you just took on five million years of evolution again

Fuzzy Tally is no more.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

You young things are too easily persuaded by the touch of lips.