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1 " From THE SPEED OF LIFE, Part III, Chapter "Running on empty."I put the Jeep in park and felt that odd sensation that comes over me when stuck in traffic. Instead of speeding along on its way to wherever it needs to be, my body – the heart pumping blood, the muscles in my shoulders contracting, the side of my head throbbing – sits there: a time-bomb of expectation. I wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wasn’t where I was. I was nowhere. "
― James Victor Jordan , The Speed of Life
2 " I slumped in my seat, pierced by sunlight magnified by the windshield glass. What was I fighting? Everything. I was fighting where I was, who I was, where I was going. I’ll be here now, I thought. I’ll be here, not moving, going nowhere in gridlock on the Santa Monica Freeway. My heartbeat slowed, my muscles relaxed, and my mind, which had been working hard to be elsewhere, focused on where I was, alongside accumulated debris piled against the concrete barrier: a pair of torn trousers, a doll without a head, and a single sneaker that had lost its laces. The shoe had been run over until it was tire-black.I got out of the Jeep and picked up the shoe. It was just a running shoe, but I held it tenderly, examining it in one hand and then turning it over to examine it in the other. I felt every wound as car after car had run over it, crushing its beauty, rending it into a vague semblance of charcoal canvas. "
3 " From THE SPEED OF LIFE, Part II, chapter 1, "Andrew."From Part II Chapter 1, “Andrew”Gravity plunged the stars into another violent implosion that warped, wrenched, and twisted spacetime so that it folded back upon itself, forming a whirling, tumbling black hole that was masked by a cloak of invisibility to those in ordinary reality, but not to Betty Mae, witnessing the cataclysm with absolute delight in hidden reality. "
― James Victor Jordan
4 " The Speed of Life From Part III Georges Chapter 1, “Twentieth Century Fox”Maybe I misunderstood the vows we made at the altar. Maybe what we’d promised was ’til half-death do us part. Maybe we’d been incarcerated by marriage. Maybe Bea’s jailbreak would trigger mine. "
