Quotes About Truck

The lock was removed, and the door rose with a ratcheting clatter, filling the truck with grim red shadows. Jack checked the time. 2:55 A.M. The people ahead of them started to move. Krista's

What are you grinning about, wife? I shrugged, all nonchalant. I like your truck. Good. Apparently, it's half yours.

Hey, hey, no disrespecting The Truck. She's gotten me out of a lot of scrapes.

relic for the next few months, had pointed out that the path the truck was roaring down was the actual track followed by the stagecoaches in the 1800s. Amazing! To think, she was standing where pioneers had waited, watching their stagecoaches

It make any kind of noises?" "What?" "The truck, before it died." "Oh. It sort of went klunk, klunk, klunk, gave one last shudder, then it was gone. You know, it's none of my business, but you could kind of use a new one." "She's a workin' truck." "Well, she ain't really workin'," Abigail said in her best Texas drawl. Wade smirked. "Kick a man while he's down, why don't you.

The Engineer smiled (internally, for of course it had no mouth). It was feeling good. It was feeling optimistic. Moving at its current speed, it would arrive back in Ireland in plenty of time to shut everything down before a series of overloads and power loops inevitably led to a sequence of events which would, in turn, eventually lead to the probable destruction of the world. The Engineer wasn't worried. And then the truck hit it.

Amish are known to be abstainers, law-abiding. They're also deeply devout Christians. Why didn't they stop their truck and come back to help?

I didn't wait for Luck. I raced after it with a truck.

But airport security is meant mostly to impress honest citizens and insurance companies, and secondarily to catch hijackers and other crazies. There is no security against a man with his own truck and his own clipboard, and Inter-Air Forwarding was a safe, reliable financial success from the beginning.

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

I wouldn't want to go back over my life. I've done it all. I wouldn't have wanted to miss the Marine Corps. I wouldn't have wanted to miss the war. I wouldn't have missed college. Or playin' for the Colts. I got all the money I need. Five children. I got a truck. I have no regrets whatsoever.

The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

The German leaders, said Winston Churchill, turned upon Russia the most grisly of all weapons. They transported Lenin in a sealed truck like a plague bacillus from Switzerland into Russia.

and watched the truck squeal away, each tire insisting the other three were wrong.

Reacher thanked the guy for the ride, and got out, and watched the truck squeal away, each tire insisting the other three were wrong.

front. Then the leader swung the truck's right rear door shut. Last

I counted to three, then popped up and shot four times into the darkness. "now that our sniper knows we can fight back, he'll have to be more cautious about approaching the truck. That'll slow him down, which might make the difference for us." "So your solution is to play Whac-a-Mole with a murderer?

We've got ballots flying around, being counted by hand, arriving by truck and in God knows whose custody.

Maybe we could, um, go sit in the truck?" he said, but even as he said it, it sounded so dumb. And not exactly the way he wanted her to remember a marriage proposal.

I once wrote a suicide story: A woman watches a truck bearing down toward the place on the sidewalk where she stands waiting to cross. She thinks, 'If that truck were to run me over I wouldn't have to think what to get for supper.' The truck passes. The woman crosses to the supermarket and takes out her shopping list. It was called 'Truck.

That was also back in the days when I thought the ice-cream man lived in his truck

The heat moved across the morning like an invisible truck, heavy and crushing, and with a hotter engine than the day before.

Don't argue with an 18-wheeler.

I have a nice car, a Mercedes. And then I have an old El Camino truck that I'm crazy about. I like to get in that truck and go up in the hills near where I live, in Vegas, and take my camera. That, to me, is Heaven, being out in nature, taking pictures of the wildlife.