“The Internet is to news," he said, "what car horns are to music.”

“No phones, no internet and no TV and we manage to make the news in at least three states. What are the odds?” Alex looked at him deadpan and said “Well, I do make really good buns. Word was bound to spread.”

“Food+TV+internet connection+music=PERFECT LIFE!!”

“We are racing down Main Street. Arthur is right on the tail of a blck sedan with tinted windows that won't pull over. He slams the horn."Arthur," I say.The car doesn't yield."Arthur," I say.He hits the horn again, still close on the car's bummper."Arthur, our turn was back there.”

“What I want more than a car that goes from Point A to Point B, is a car that stops. I make it a point to break for love. My horn is broke—and so am I, but I get paid Friday.”

“If you don't toot your own horn, don't complain that there's no music.”