“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
“A new lover. Fresh knowledge and a virgin body to paw. Shopping together for wicker furniture in the mall. Visiting the lingerie store. Picking out matching shotguns.”
“He would learn to accept his defeat gracefully – unlike Gatsbywith the shotgun – and decide to get on with his life.”
“Sadness was the driver, the motor of his invention, the engine of his creativity.”
“Every male in the world thinks he's an excellent driver. Every copper who's ever had to pick an eyeball out of a puddle knows that most of them are kidding themselves.”
“The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body.So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.”