“Nebraska dark didn't close in, it stretched out...Broad stretching sky covering everything, everything, forever. He could see what was ahead in the beam of his headlights, but beyond that was more of the same. Of the same. Of the same. No tight corners or dead-ends. No earth-trapping suffocation. The opposite. There was nothing, forever, nothing, and he could breathe in and breathe in and breathe in and breathe in until his lungs exploded and there would still be more air, more wind, clawing its way down his useless throat. That was Nebraska.”
Book:Inheritance