Quotes About Car

You can always tell a car door, no other door sounds quite like it. ("New York Blues")

Sky blue," he replied proudly. "I thought of red at first and then I saw a red Moonbeam—exactly the same model—with two ghastly people in it. They had parked in a lay-by and they were hugging each other—on the main road, mark you! It was enough to put anyone off red cars for life. So I rang up the fellow at the garage and changed to sky blue.

Look here, Bel," he said. "I've got a car. Peter said I could have his car for the day. Where shall we go? Where would you like to go?" "You mean today?" asked Bel. She felt slightly dazed for she was not a "sudden" person. She had envisaged a quiet day doing various odd jobs for which she had no time during the week.

The drive to London was uneventful. Mr. Darley did not talk much and showed no signs whatever of bounderism—if there be such a word. He was intent on driving his car. If Bel had not been so taken up with her own thoughts she might have been considerably alarmed for Mr. Darley was the type of driver whose sole object is to get from one place to another in the least possible time regardless of the other traffic on the road.

The first piece of 'long' fiction I wrote was a novella parody of Stephen King's 'Christine.' I was in high school, and my version was about a kid with a possessed locker instead of a possessed car. It was also my first attempt at humour, which fell completely flat because no one who read it realized it was a parody!

'RPM' is basically about my pace in life, and I think a lot of people can relate to that. Our video is going to involve a really nice car with some fast driving. It's going to be really cool. I'm excited for people to see it!

What's great about 'Spy Hunter' is that we have an amazing title, an awesome car, and a great theme song, and we can use that to launch a new franchise that hopefully will compete with the other ones but just be kind of the more fun, video game version of a spy movie.

In the '365 Fresh' MV, the story ends with us falling to the ground. Meanwhile, the 'Retro Future' MV features us falling onto a car in the beginning. The car that appears in both music videos is the same kind.

I'll go find us a private car and driver," Chris informs me. "You stay with the bags." I purse my lips. "Yes, Master." He arches a brow. "Why is it that I can only get you to say that sarcastically?" "Because according to you, " I remind him, "you don't want me to call you Master." "Are you saying you would if I wanted you to?" "Absolutely not.

I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away.

Not that I was worried about anyone stealing my car. I once had a car thief offer to get me something better for a sweetheart rate.

I brought the Beetle to life with a roar. Well. Not really a roar. A Volkswagen Bug doesn't roar. But it sort of growled...

I'm getting my ass kicked by tiny faeries! I shouted back, fumbling to start the car. They've got my freaking number! Run away! Bob giggled. Run away! Tiny faeries! growled in frustration and popped the Redcap's hat down over Bob. Stop being a jerk. This is serious. Bob's voice was only barely muffled. It sounded like he couldn't breathe. Serious! Tiny! Faeries! The m-m- mighty wizard Dresden!

There was a low growling sound and the Munstermobile came gliding up out of the parking garage, dripping water from its gleaming surface like some lantern-eyed leviathan rising from the depths. There were still a few dents and dings in it, but the broken glass had all been replaced, and the engine sounded fine. Okay, I'm not like a car fanatic or anything - but the guitar riff from Bad to the Bone started playing in my head.

Truth be told, my head was spinning so much that the car could have been doing interpretive dance in a lilac tutu and I might not have noticed.

Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism.

Mouse liked going places in the car. That the place had happened to be a clandestine meeting in a freaking graveyard didn't seem to spoil anything for him. It was all about the journey, not the destination. A very Zen soul, was Mouse.

Murphy grabbed a gym bag out of her car and then followed me to Ebenezar's truck. She stopped about twenty feet short of it and said, You're kidding me. Come on, I said. You want to show up where there might be some trouble in your own car? That'd be nice for responding emergency units to see. So get in. What does it run on, coal? Ebenezar stuck his bald head out of the window, scowling. No idea. Mostly I just turn it loose to hunt down dinner for itself.

So I, uh, sort of threw myself out of the passenger seat of a moving car. Don't look at me like that. I'm telling you, it made sense at the time.

Me and the Blue Beetle kick ass. In a four-cylinder kind of way, but it still gets kicked.

Your advice is good. For a young man, you have good judgment." "You haven't seen my car.

It was a strange drive, a sense that you could see the June heat lifting off the earth, the greenness darkening as the twilight waned. Far off the west there were thunderheads that caught the sun we could no longer see and made the air yellowish. We took a gravel road norh that dead-ended at the Niobrara River, the wind around the speeding car too loud for talk.

I invent a reason for the Hertz attendant to start the rental car. I am seventy-five years old: this is not the reason I give.

Moishe was purring so loudly he sounded like a car with a nonfunctioning muffler.