“I'm not the kind of faggot who wants to put a rainbow sticker on a machine gun.”

“For love, Frank spoke softly into envelopes instead of writing letters.”

“I’m here for the show” the man saidlooking under Frank’s shirt for the door“I’m no theater” Frank saida line formedmust he admit them all?many had umbrellasa blind womanwaited withher dog“it’s gonna be a great show” someone said“but when’s he gonna let us in?”Frank’s tears began to fallsomeone ripped his doors openthey filled him for an hour”

“In a world of watered-down bestsellers and formula novels, Hitching to Nirvana eases back just enough to show the blade which cuts the real open, then bolts forward again, giving us a charged, swerving dance to self-actualization. Hitching to Nirvana is a magnetic forcefield, not just pulling us beautifully into the story, but into our own lives. It's rare when a writer can open the shared world with such a deft, personal touch. Janet Mason is a genius.”

“every March Frankloses his circle of friendshe's in the backyardface in handssurrounded by sevencarrots and sevencorncob pipes in sevenpuddles of water withfourteen eyesmade outof coal”

“Their bumper sticker read GUN CONTROL IS MIND CONTROL. In situations like this, you want to stick close to people in right-wing fringe groups.”

“There are two kinds of people I don't trust: people who don't drink and people who collect stickers.”