“Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.”
“I could stay here forever.""But you won't.""Maybe I will.”
“If I could take people out of their heads for a little while, if I could give them a dose of fantasy, that was all that mattered. You can't put a price on escape.”
“You could allow a gentleman the privacy of his piss.”
“She had always been a fast driver, even before she could afford a fast car. It was impatience as much as anything: chafing at the fact that she couldn’t actually do anything while driving—except drive.”
“Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I’m not worried about that, either. Some things,” Jace said,”