" And in Spokane, which years after failing to catch out I revisited on a hot Sunday in my capacity of a sad citizen, was hemmed in by evergreen hills and tall old brick buildings so that I could scarcely breathe; I literally itched to get out of there; I am sure that the fact that my wife had expressed her wish for a divorce two days before had nothing to do with the fact that I kept saying to myself: I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got to get out of here. "

― William T. Vollmann , Riding Toward Everywhere