When there is pleasure, there is often abandon, and mistakes are made.

Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)

Still though, I think if you're not self-obsessed, you're probably boring.

He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her.

Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads?

She felt some measure of relief knowing that in the very least, on the open road she would have some time to think.

We've become a nation of indoor cats, he'd said. A nation of doubters, worriers, overthinkers. Thank God these weren't the kind of Americans who settled this country. They were a different breed! They crossed the country in wagons with wooden wheels! People croaked along the way, and they barely stopped. Back then, you buried your dead and kept moving.