“Why pamper life's complexities when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?”
“A failure is always in the passenger seat in his or her life.”
“Why couldn't she have gotten another Edger or some dimwit from the Broken for a passenger? No, she got Lord Leather Pants here.”
“Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary.It Mattered.”
“Zach was sitting in the passenger seat, seemingly calm and happy and content with his place in the world. The git.”
“Thank you,” Livvie muttered from the passenger seat. “For what?” Caleb was still irritated. “For saving my life. Even if you’re just going to put it in danger again,” she whispered.”