Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.

Reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.

Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

Left alone, human beings are a plague. They multiply relentlessly, consuming every resource, destroying everything they touch.

I love you all. But it's time to say good-bye, for now. be careful with the world, or the next time we meet, it might get ugly. -Tally Youngblood

Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.

He and I have this... personality conflict. Namely, I think he should get a new one.