Quotes About Vintage

I like to have one car that I can be certain will go. The thing about classic cars is you can't always assume they will go.

I usually tend to stay toward classic things.

After the Dirk Pitt books became best-sellers, I could afford to buy the more exotic examples of classic autos.

I love looking like classic Hollywood.

I usually listen to classic rock and roll.

I get up with an old-school alarm clock.

I design clothing, and I'm a picker as well.

I've always been kind of deep into thrifting and secondhand clothing.

Arsenal's past appeals to me - I like clubs with a history.

I like physical comedy. And I like the old comedies.

I'm a Telecaster connoisseur, and I love my Teles. I have one from almost every year since the very beginning, in 1950. I'm so obsessed with them.

Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.

There are good '59 Les Pauls, and there are not-so-good ones. There are ones that are just OK, that don't sustain as well.

When I first started out, I was really attracted to having my own sense of style because I started swing dancing, lindy hop, and jitterbug.

Swing will never sound as good as it did in the '40s.

I love the immediacy of those old analog machines; it's really inspiring. You just set them up to play, and they go, playing the same thing until you switch the pattern.

Paul Lippman's American Typewriters: A Collector's Encyclopedia.

Old fashions please me best.

Every part about you blasted with antiquity.

The short words are best, and the old words are the best of all.

Black and white, oldest of the vintages, newest of the last season.

I didn't get my first car until I was 22. It was a BMW 1602 and now I've got it back I'm waiting to restore it.

I'm not really sure what makes a book a "classic" to begin with, but I think it has to be at least fifty years old and some person or animal has to die at the end.

I could lick it off with my tongue, if I had a tongue again, if my tongue was wet, and I could taste it for what it is. Beautiful dirt, grey and vintage, the grime left by life, sticking to the bony roof of a mouth and tasting of next to nothing, which is always better than nothing.