“Driving was a kind of thinking, the only kind he could then tolerate. But still, the thought lurked out there, just beyond the reach of his headlights: he'd been dumped.”— John Green, amazon.com
“Hassan fell asleep around one in the morning and Colin, half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime, drove south on I-65 through Indianapolis.”— John Green, amazon.com
“I’ve started to drive more cautiously since I was told I only have six months to live.”— Edward St. Aubyn, amazon.com