It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.

We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which meant that we were not alone in this world.

I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.

He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.

Narrative and characters have always interested me. I never tried to alienate an audience. Of course, gradually, I wanted a bigger and bigger space to draw people in, so it's very organic [growth].

He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.

Sometimes I would make left turns all the way around a block, and when I returned to the original intersection, I would feel disappointed to find all the drivers were new. It wasn't like a square dance, where you miraculously end up with your original partner, laughing and feeling giddily relieved to find him after dancing with everyone else in the world. Instead, they swung around and kept on going, some people were at work by now, or halfway to the airport. In fact, driving might be the thing most opposite of dancing.