Lane Meyer Quotes

I can't always be Lois Lane," I insisted. "I want to be Superman, too.

I could say this for Arizona: The sun might be ridiculous, but the freeways were exceptional. Six wade, smooth lanes, with shoulders ample enough on either side that it was as good as eight. I used the left shoulder now to streak by two pickups who thought they belonged in the fast lane.

But it seems logical... a man and a woman have to be somewhat equal... as in, one of them can’t always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally. .... I can’t always be Lois Lane,” I insisted. “ I want to be Superman, too.

Ahead of them lay an expressway access road. Except that there were no guardrails or markings. No road signs either. And no other vehicles at all. Yet the road, following a narrow curve, led to a broad ribbon of asphalt tracing a straight line all the way to the horizon. Again, it had no lines painted on it and there were no signs. Rosa thought there would have been space for four traffic lanes on it, but it was covered with the dust and loose soil that had blown over it. No other sign of life. Just the two of them, the car, and a forgotten road to nowhere. “Where does it go?” “To the end of the world.

Eventually, traffic thinned enough to jockey back onto the highway. Meyer kept going, always staying in the right lane and keeping an eye on the berm to keep a lane of escape available. But luck stuck to them, and once past the outermost of Chicago’s sprawl, roads became rural. Lila’s father handed the paper maps to Piper, who proved an adept navigator. She led them onto forgotten roads, reasoning that the more they avoided people, the better. The gas gauge was the only barometer in need of watching, and until it started to creep down near a quarter, they’d stay out in the backwoods, pretending humanity was already gone.

I can't always be Lois Lane, I want to be Superman, too

I can’t always be Lois Lane,” I insisted. “I want to be Superman, too.

You―” he starts. “Are an absolutely devastating, lethal little creature, Jane Meyer. I can’t stop looking at you.