“pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!”

“Why don't you just buy me a minivan, zip me into mom jeans, and shoot me in the face" - Melanthe the potential Queen of Persuasions:”

“Only to be HIT by the minivan!!”

“Hamilton awkwardly folded himself into the passenger seat. "Couldn't you get something bigger?" he asked as he banged his knee against the dashboard."We're supposed to be a diversion," Jonah said. "Got to make an entrance. Can't do that in a minivan, Giganto Boy. Can't do much in a minivan except look about as uncool as it gets.""Hey! My dad drives a minivan.""Snap.”

“A faint smile touched Emily’s mouth. “You want kids?”“I want bucketloads tucked neatly into a minivan,” he laughed.“Gavin Blake in a minivan?”“Absolutely,” he replied, reaching for his beer. “A funky forest green one, too.”

“Just because you're in the market for a minivan doesn't mean you can't test drive a hotrod.”