Цитаты из книги Rest Stop

Peeing is the best. Whoever invented peeing was a stand-up guy, hyuck hyuck.

When he reaches the front door, he turns back around, as if to double check what he just read. The front license plate is the same. CR8 H8 Create Hate.

Oh, Jenna. I’m the bug. You’re the windshield.

“Sweet Jesus!” Abe exclaims. “What?” His older brother’s worried voice, coming from the phone plugged into the dashboard. “What happened?” “Nothing. Just a huge fucking dragonfly or something. Christ. Thing was big enough to have a social security number.” “Well, it’s summer,” his brother says, always helpful.

In this awful, straining silence, he gets the chance to really notice, dotted across the floor, the scores of random googly eyes that have been shed throughout the night. Like glitter after a party. Like rodent droppings. They all stare up at the ceiling. A final audience, at once avid and disinterested. Peripheral witnesses.

Sometimes capitalism knows how to hold you just right.

The deep space obscurity of midnight or the careless incoherence of lights and colors speeding past, expanding, tumbling, destined only to wink out in the rearview. Barely any form, let alone any meaning.