The Art of Racing in the Rain – Garth Stein


“The car goes where the eyes go.”

“We were both sattelites orbiting Denny’s sun, struggling for gravitational supremacy. Of course, she had the advantage of her tongue and her thumbs, and when I watched her kiss and fondle him sometimes she would glance at me and wink as if to gloat: Look at my thumbs! See what they can do!”
“I don’t understand why people insist on pitting the concepts of evolution and creation against each other. Why can’t they see that spiritualism and science are one? That bodies evolve and souls evolve and the universe is a fluid place that marries them both in a wonderful package called a human being. What’s wrong with that idea?”
“I vowed not to be a squeaky wheel in any way.”
“Mute by design, I have been able to study the art of rhetoric unfettered by ego and self-intrest, and so I know the answers to these questions.”
“It’s possible I was witnessing a living interpretation of an antique pornographic penny bank, similar to one I saw in a movie called The Stunt Man, which depicted a bear copulating with a girl on a swing.”
“To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live. To feel the joy of life, as Eve felt the joy of life. To seperate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to. When I am a person, that is how I will live my life.”
“His dark, bushy eyebrows hung over his small eyes like hairy caterpillars; he spoke with an Irish lilt.”

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