" I’d threaded my way through the traffic almost automatically, the trip livened only by Doyle’s soft gasps. He was not a good passenger, but since he’d never had a license, he didn’t have much choice. Usually I enjoyed Doyle’s little panic attacks. It was one of the few times that I saw him completely unglued. It was strangely comforting, usually. "

― Laurell K. Hamilton , A Caress of Twilight (Merry Gentry, #2)