Gasoline Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald

“With each mile we put behind us, I felt the air grow lighter in my lungs. It was as if the city had been…

— Suzanne Rindell

“It was one of those sweltering summer days in which the air itself seems to decline as a haze suffocates the outside world. It…

— Moonshine Noire

“The place was a truck stop town. Large 18 wheelers lined the sidewalks and cafes. Giant diesel motors roaring their exhaust into the cloudy…

— Jaime Allison Parker

No one wanted to spontaneously combust into flames, especially not in traffic.’ – Sundown

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

“Still more horrible was the color of the flames that licked the latticed cabin vents before shooting skyward, as though - might I say?…

— Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

“Smog hung all round the horizon, the sun on the bright beige countryside was painful; she and the Chevy seemed parked at the centre…

— Thomas Pynchon

“It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay. But autumn…

— Lauren Oliver

“There was a fierce jam on the road to Gurgaon. Every five minutes the traffic would tremble - we'd move a foot - hope…

— Aravind Adiga

“It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in…

— Terry Pratchett

“It was hot; heat quivered up from the asphalt, giving to the familiar buildings about the square a nimbus quality, a quality of living…

— William Faulkner

“It was late in September and a little more than twenty degrees, so what the hell were people smiling for? They ought to be…

— Jussi Adler-Olsen

“CLOUDS SPILLED DOWN FROM THE SKY AND swamped the streets with a hot mist that made the thermometers on the walls perspire. Halfway through”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón