Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.

Unreal. I'm feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.

Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.

He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he's tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend's hair. Ever.

If I think she' hot and it turns out she's a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I'm totally not ready for that kind of therapy.

...She's not buying [the lie], but there's nothing else on the shelves.

You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.