"Roger, he has a chain saw," I hissed. "I am not going to die in Kentucky!"
"He stood and looked at me for a moment, taking in my outfit. "You look hot.""What? Me?" I stammered, completely flummoxed."Yeah," he said, still looking at me."Oh. Um, thank you. I mean, not that you don’t, but I’m not sure that you should—I mean …""Oh, no," Roger said quickly, and I could see that he was blushing again. "No. I mean—I meant what you’re wearing. Are you going to be too warm?"
"You don't have to go away to know where your home is."
"You get up, you dress up, you show up. And usually have a pretty good time by the end of it."
"It was like a bomb had just gone off in the kitchen, and instead of cleaning up the rubble, people were stepping around it and eating mini-quiche."
"Terrible things happened when you were least expecting them...But it seemed that wonderful things could happen too. You could be forced to take a trip, not knowing who you would meet. Not knowing that it would change your life."
"It’s not about the destination. It’s getting there that’s the good part.- Leonard"
"It was like there was an elephant in the room. An elephant that expected us to have sex."
"And I felt, in the silence that followed, everything that had happened on the trip to bring me to this place."
"...You can do something extraordinary, and something that a lot of people can't do. And if you have the opportunity to work on your gifts, it seems like a crime not to. I mean, it's just weakness to quit because something becomes too hard..."
"It was kind of like what I imagined it would be like to drink a forest fire."
"And sometimes," she added, in a slightly hushed tone, like she was letting me in on a secret, "if you don't feel great on the inside, just look great on the outside, and after a while you won't be able to tell the difference."
"I know,' I said, thinking about the trip my mother had wanted me to take, and the trip we'd ended up taking, and how much better ours had been."