Lars liked his coffee "light and sweet" but personality-wise was anything but. 

 "Fortune favors the bold," Frank said before pausing briefly and finishing his thought "but longevity favors the cautious." 

His life had become the equivalent of a happy-go-lucky bar fly's half-remembered stories that everyone at the local watering hole had heard a hundred times. 

The world, in general, had become better at identifying corporate logos than types of plants. 

Me, me, me, had become our mantra. 

All Wendy wanted was a decent obit that made her sound cool as hell so she wrote it herself. 

 They hunted up and down for opportunities with which to be aggrieved.