“Well it looks like the road to heavenBut it feels like the road to hellWhen I knew which side my bread was butteredI took the knife as wellPosing for another pictureEverybody's got to sellBut when you shake your assThey notice fastAnd some mistakes were built to last.”

“My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.”

“Which road, which road did you takeThat brought you here at last?No road, no road did I take.I leaped, I leaped from dream to dream.”

“I like looking back at people's faces in the dark. I like noticing details that no one else sees. But I hate it in the old American movies when drivers don't watch the road.”

“You came up this gut-wrenching road yesterday by yourself?" Cassie exclaimed. "You deserve a good cuffing just for driving this goat path on your own.""It's not so bad once you get used to dodging the ruts.""You've got some nerve calling these canyons ruts.""Cassandra Hudson, where is your sense of adventure?""I dropped it off going over that last rut-crossing when only two wheels were on the ground.""Those ones are a bit exhilarating, aren't they?" Alexandra shot Cassie a quick look and wink. "Keep your eyes on the road!""What road?""Exactly!”

“He likes driving very fast on the wrong side of the road," said Sarah. "Which I can completely understand.”