The last to fall were the buildings, distant and solemn, the gravestones for an entire world.

RIP Our Hero. Died for Change.

I never understood why people from the 1980s thought there would be flying cars. It just seemed really dangerous and impractical to me, but they all talked about it, so it must have been a thing. Meanwhile, my dream for the future was that it wouldn't involve mass extinction and large-scale water shortages and cannibalism.

You know what I'm going to have on my gravestone? "She did it the hard way."

These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced."

It's better to have a hole in your team than an asshole in your team!