Quotes About Ford

My first car, I believe it was a 1986 blue Ford Crown Vic, gifted to me by Bud and Millie Parker out of Hemlock, Michigan.

John Koos, the Nazi Ukrainian working for Henry Ford.

In the post-Watergate atmosphere of 1975 and 1976, the just-plain-folks personalities of both Ford and Carter seemed the perfect antidote to Nixon's arrogant, isolated presidency. But as alert history-minded readers know, Ford and Carter were both rebuffed by voters in their efforts to hold on to the presidency.

The President has not created any Ford constituency, unique from that of any Republican President. The one exception to this is that he does show unique strength with young voters for a Republican.

Over the last decade, Ford has actually earned more money making loans than making cars.

Being over at Ford offers a much clearer path in my development.

When I arrived in Ford, a decision was made to sell many marquee brands. This was because 85 per cent of the sales were from Ford and Lincoln brands. We were clear that for the company's strong future, we needed to focus on the Ford brands.

Within the narrow confines of Permanent Washington - the journalists, lobbyists, and congressional lifers who are the city's avatars of centrism and continuity - Ford is considered the beau ideal of American leadership.

My first car was a '56 Ford station wagon - cost 100 bucks.

The first day of 'Liberty,' I was hanging around waiting for Ford to come in. Everybody told me how tough he was and not to say anything, or he'd single you out and get on you the whole shoot. But as he walked in, I got up and saluted him.

I hate those new Sport Utility Vehicles. I just got cut off by that new one, you know, the Ford Exhibitionist.

Ford! he said, there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out.

Ford carried on counting quietly. This is about the most aggressive thing you can do to a computer, the equivalent of going up to a human being and saying Blood...blood...blood...blood...

I begged her, 'Please don't leave me stranded in the middle of some primitive zarking forest with no medical help and a head injury. I could be in serious trouble and so could she.' What did she say? She hit me on the head with the rock again, Ford responded curtly. I think i can confirm that was my daughter. Sweet kid. You have to get to know her, said Arthur. She eases up, does she? No, but you get a better sense of when to duck.

Proving nothing, said Ford. I wouldn't trust that computer to speak my weight. I can do that for you, sure, enthused the computer, punching out more ticker tape. I can even work out your personality problems to ten decimal places if it will help.

Ford was beginning to behave rather strangely, or rather not actually beginning to behave strangely but beginning to behave in a way that was strangely different from the other strange ways in which he more regularly behaved.

Six pints of bitter," said Ford Prefect to the barman of the Horse and Groom. "And quickly please, the world's about to end.

The main reception foyer was almost empty but Ford nevertheless weaved his way through it.

And what's happened to the Earth? Ah. It's been demolished. Has is, said Arthur levelly. Yes. It just boiled away into space. Look, said Arthur, I'm a bit upset about that. Ford frowned to himself and seemed to roll the thought around his mind. Yes, I can understand that, he said at last.

Out," he said. People who can supply that amount of firepower don't need to supply verbs as well. Ford and Arthur went out, closely followed by the wrong end of the Kill-O-Zap gun and the buttons. Turning

She was about to demand a full and instant explanation of this preposterous remark when a passing white Ford Sierra slowed down beside them. The driver wound down the window and leaned out. "Had a crash then?" he shouted at them. "Yes." "Ha!" he said and drove on.

I think this ship's brand new, said Ford. How can you tell? asked Arthur. Have you got some exotic device for measuring the age of metal? No, I just found this sales brochure lying on floor

Ford, re?e. Aha? Šta ta riba radi u mome uhu? Prevodi ti. To je babilonska ribica. Potraži je u knjizi ako ho?eš. Dobacio mu je Vodi? kroz galaksiju za autostopere a onda se sklup?ao u fetalnu lopticu da se pripremi za skok. U tom trenutku, Arthurov um se raspao. O?i su mu se okrenule naopako. Noge su mu procurile kroz vrh glave. Prostorija oko njega se izravnala, obrnula, nestala i ostavila da kaplje u vlastiti pupak. Prolazili su kroz hipersvemir.

What's this switch?" he cried. "What? Where?" cried Arthur, twisting round. "No, I was only fooling," said Ford, "we are going to die after all.