“America is all about speed. Hot, nasty, badass speed.”

“Time goes by at the speed of lifeSlower than a slow danceon a hot summer nightFaster than the skin breakson the edge of a knifeAnd we just go on at the speed of life”

“America is a country that doesn't know where it is going but is determined to set a speed record getting there.”

“It is the speed, the hot, molten effect, the lava flow of sentence into sentence that I need.”

“He can't fly around tall buildings, or outrun a speeding train, the only talent he seems to have is leaving a nasty stain!”

“Speed is the form of ecstasy the technical revolution has bestowed on man. As opposed to a motorcyclist, the runner is always present in his body, forever required to think about his blisters, his exhaustion; when he runs he feels his weight, his age, more conscious than ever of himself and of his time of life. This all changes when man delegates the faculty of speed to a machine: from then on, his own body is outside the process, and he gives over to a speed that is noncorporeal, nonmaterial, pure speed, speed itself, ecstasy speed.”