“Here's a truck stop instead of St. Peter's. ”

“Of erections how few are domed like St. Peter's! of creatures, how few vast as the whale!”

“It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.”

“Y.T. is maxing at a Mom's Truck Stop on 405, waiting for her ride. Not that she would ever be caught dead at a Mom's Truck Stop. If, like, a semi ran her over with all eighteen of its wheels in front of a Mom's Truck Stop, she would drag herself down the shoulder of the highway using her eyelid muscles until she reached a Snooze 'n' Cruise full of horny derelicts rather than go into a Mom's Truck Stop.”

“A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.”

“Good that you are here, as Peter and I couldn’t find our asses with both hands.”Pico had never heard such an expression, and stopped just short of offering assistance.”