The speed limit on most of Maui's highways is forty miles per hour, but my mother never went above thirty.

I do all of my good thinking at over 65 miles per hour. The speed limit is, luckily, the same speed as my brainstorming speed.

For many years the National Pretend Speed Limit was fifty-five miles per hour (metric equivalent: 378 kilograms per hectare.)

Nobody would be killed on the roads if the speed limit were 10 miles an hour.

Friendship is one of our most treasured relationships, but it isn't codified and celebrated; it's never going to give you a party.

There is something uniquely American about the motel: It speaks to the transient nature of America itself, one enabled and encouraged by our roads and highways.