Quotes About Car

Is the "pride of new car ownership"—and that's all it is, pride—worth $20,000?

Dad's Buick—what a great car it had been all these years—

The rear door was black, the driver's side door was red, and the hood was sunshine-yellow. If Henry Ford and Picasso had gone out on a bender, that car was what the hangover would have looked like.

I drive a car that has pleather seats.

It takes analytical skills worthy of a degree in civil engineering to understand when and where one is allowed to leave a car in Montreal.

I'll drive. But don't you be turning into a dragon while you're in the car. I don't want those claws poking holes in my nice upholstery.

It wasn't until the car turned the corner and headed down a busy Paris street that I slumped back in the seat, but my slumpage was short-lived

Recklessness is beauty Ashbery says. When a car door opens in the dark at ninety miles an hour what rushes in is beauty. The wind's hymns are inaudible, the words chased off by scarecrows from the blurry fields. The murmuring heart beatless all those moments waiting to see if you will live.

Columbia University, idealistic, and so thoroughly a New Yorker that he had to learn how to drive a car in order to take the job. Prior

an afternoon choreographed by Dante, with music by Stephen King. The car was a furnace.

I'd carry the mail for you, Ethel, Stop running around with that pup, He's got a car, sure, and jack to throw Like water but what does he want? What do they all want? something easy, Something that somebody else worked for. Ethel, lay off rich kids, you'll end dirty.

When I'm in the car and somebody comes on the radio singing the high notes, I try to sing along.

Yes " Morrison said dryly. "I'm sure it would have helped with flying the car, if any of us had been calm and rational enough to think of taking a drum out and performing some theme music for your Jame's Bond meets Harry Potter special effects. But since we weren't, now I'm going to drum till you stop looking like something the cat dragged in. Don't argue with me.

Tyler rounded the hood and opened the door. 'What?' he asked when she grinned at him. 'You've got a slide-over-here-honey seat!' His eyes crinkled with laughter. 'Well, what are you doing all the way over there?

Ann stooped in front of Geneva. "Good-bye, honey. I hope you come and see us again soon." Geneva said nothing, just stared at her solemnly. "Thanks for everything," Justin said. "Good luck making that ballet class." He led his daughter outside where she immediately cringed as the cold air and snow pelted her face. "I'm sorry I didn't bring the car.

pausing even for lunch, they turned the car around and headed

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

Batman: What do you think Alfred? Alfred: I think you're a bad driver. Batman: I've got Lucius looking into another car- Alfred: Well you're going to need one if you actually want to catch these blokes. Tea's on the table behind you.

Alfred: Are you alright? Batman: I'm going to need a better car. Police are here. They'll pick up the others. Alfred: And they'll probably be back on the streets by sunrise thanks to Harvey Dent. I know you don't want to hear it, but if you want to make Gotham a safer place we need to rethink how we're going to do that. You should come home now. Dinner's gonna get cold. Batman: Don't tell me it's cottage pie again. Alfred:...I'll order a pizza.

NO." CURRAN STRODE TO THE CAR, HEADING DOWN the street away from the temple. "No what?" I knew what, but I wanted him to spell it out. That way I could shut him down better.

Kate, I'm afraid the sword has to stay." "No." "Weapons are forbidden everywhere but the Pit level. You won't get through the door." Shit. I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car." Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is.

Matias Eyzaguirre was at the port as well, with his car and a bouquet of roses for his reluctant fiancée.

I wanted a song my 6-year-old niece could listen to in the car. 'Everyday is Christmas' sounds like a sweet sentiment, but in reality if every day were actually Christmas it would be a candy cane-riddled hellscape from which the human race could never awaken. So we're lucky it is just a lighthearted Christmas tune.

My dad could hold a tune. He wasn't necessarily a singer, but he did love music, and he listened to it quite loud in the car.