Lovers offered only what they offered and nothing more, and what they offered came with provisos: believe what you want and don't look carefully at what isn't acceptable to you.

Since it's fiction, the book resonates, at least for me, on various levels, some of which intimate ideas about history but none of which have the kind of directly causal reasoning you cite.

The kids I knew growing up who worked on bikes all loved the smell of gas. It is the liquid agent for speed.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious.

Writing is a way of living. It doesn't quite matter that there are too many books for the number of readers in the world to read them. It's a way of being alive, for the writer.

I am not a sun person at all. I think it's a cancerous poison and I don't want it touching me.

Motorcycles aren't about gaining agency, I don't think.