“Sometimes Tally felt she could almost accept brain damage if it meant a life without reconstituted noodles.”

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

“Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.”

“Which was worse: a friend with brain damage, or one who despised you?”

“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.”

“Didn't this beat everything? A pretty and an ugly taking a stroll together. The warden came closer, confusion all over his middle-pretty face. Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "Make me pretty.”

“I'm Tally Youngblood. Make me pretty." -Tally Youngblood”