What would I tell her? That I have always known I belonged here? That one day some action will be required that will prove my life's value? A forty-s… - Philipp Meyer

Mental note if you make it to forty remember on how all those fucks treated her. Stop being an asshole while you're still young.

There's parts of me I don't understand, he said, and shrugged.

She wondered how people would remember her. She had not made enough to spread her wealth around like Carnegie, to erase any sins that had attached to her name, she had failed, she had not reached the golden bough. The liberals would cheer her to death. They would light marijuana cigarettes and drive to their sushi restaurants and eat fresh food that had traveled eight thousand miles. They would spend all of supper complaining about people like her, and when they got home their houses would be cold and they’d press a button on a wall to get warm. The whole time complaining about big oil. (p. 82)