Quotes About Traffic

History is the heavy traffic that prevents us from crossing the road. We're not especially interested in what it consists of. We wait, more or less patiently, for it to pause, so that we can get to the liquor store or the laundromat or the burger bar.

researchers have observed a significantly greater flow of neural traffic from the ENS to the head-brain than from the head-brain to the ENS.6

Honestly? I'm happy I went to a Catholic school," Lucas said, as he did a U-turn in traffic, looking over his shoulder. "Got a decent education and developed a dirty mind, which is one of the unstated benefits of a Catholic education. My women friends have greatly appreciated that.

Always treat other drivers like they are an overenthusiastic extra from the Mad Max movies.

New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.

Fear and bigotry don't need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.

Why do they call it "rush hour" when nothing moves?

Traffic signals in New York are just rough guidelines.

Americans are incredibly inpatient. Someone once said that the shortest period of time in America is the time between when the light turns green and when you hear the first horn honk.

I drove myself to the Emergency Room. That's a nice relaxing drive. "Noooo, after you. Merge-everybody merge."

What did the traffic light say to the car? Don't look, I'm changing!

She drove off in typical L.A. fashion, foot flat on the gas and a cell phone pressed against one ear.

Number six: Zach never tailgates, ever, no matter how slowly the car in front of him is going. Because the driver in front of you could be anyone--an organ donor, a war hero, a man who's just lost his best friend, a kid with a new license doing her best, said Cornelia. Not tailgating acknowledges the mystery and humanity of strangers. It's one of those small habits that speaks volumes.

I hate sitting in traffic, because I always get run over.

You cannot control faeries. Can. Not. They aren't logical or rational. They don't obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic - you name it) that we do.

I think we should only get 3 honks a month on the car horn. Then, someone cuts you off, you press the horn, and nothing happens. You're like, "Crap! I wish I hadn't seen Ricky on the sidewalk!"

Officer, I know I was going faster than 55MPH, but I wasn't going to be on theroad an hour.

Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?

Have you ever noticed? Anybody going slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac

The station approach traffic was heavy, and we were showing a twenty-seven-minute docking delay. Twenty-seven minutes was more than enough time for me to do something stupid.

worldwide heroin traffic, which has been well documented in The Politics of Heroin in Southeast Asia

Societies need rules that make no sense for individuals. For example, it makes no difference whether a single car drives on the left or on the right. But it makes all the difference when there are many cars!

As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.

Love and stoplights can be cruel.