In the face of life and death, the open road-once so full ofgrit and possibility, the strangers it harbored so creative and gen-erous, the light of the lifestyle-I had once found so glamorousbegan to dim.- P116
She was the only person in the world who couldtell me that things would all work out somehow. The eye of thestorm, a calm witness to the wreckage spinning out into its end.- P118
