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

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.

All that glitters is not hovery.

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.

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