Quotes About Tank

The clerk in the Tank involuntarily applauded. Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark for ever.

He wasn't pleased with himself for appraising the girl in the tank. He thought of her as half-pretty, the sort of girl one would find modeling for art classes in dire community colleges. Putting her cheap panties and her ex-boyfriend's shirt back on to wander around the easels afterward and wondering how grotesque she must really be, to have summoned up the deformities whacked down in merciless charcoal strikes.

A tank and its crew has but one reason to exist. To maneuver the tank's cannon to a position where it could do the most damage and feed it once it was there.

Place has ceased to be of importance now that power no longer lives at a fixed address. ... Power's location is less important than its velocity through temporary obstacles. The speed of a tank ramming through the baricade of history.

The elevator doors opened, and Ranger stepped out and spied Tank stretched out on the carpet. Fainted, I said. Ranger walked to Tank and stood hands on hips, staring down at him. Tank doesn't faint. I've been in firefights with him. He's a rock. Well, the rock fainted.

Ranger locked eyes with me. Please, he said. Tank and Hal were goggle-eyed. They weren't used to please. I wasn't used to it either. But I liked it. Okay, I said. Be careful. He's insane.

Fine. Let Ranger get someone else. Trust me, you don't want to be out looking for a parking place on Sloane in the middle of the night. I won't have to look for a parking place. Tank's picking me up. Your working with a guy name Tank? He's big. Jesus, Morelli said. I had to fall in love with a woman who works with a guy named Tank. You love me? Of course I love you. I just don't want to marry you.

You fainted, I told Tank. I did not, Tank said. That's a lie.

Ranger's gonna hate this," Tank said. "Better to get shot than to have to explain the gate. Bad enough I got a horse that smells like his shower gel.

I'll be real discreet," Tank said. As discreet as a six-foot-six, no-neck guy weighing three hundred and fifty pounds, all dressed in black SWAT clothes, with a Glock holstered at his side could be.

I won't have to look for a parking place. Tank's picking me up. "You're working with a guy named Tank?" "He's big." "Jesus," Morelli said. "I had to fall in love with a woman who works with a guy named Tank." "You love me?" "Of course I love you. I just don't want to marry you.

It's the training, not the screening, that can put a high school graduate, who may have never driven a car, at the wheel of a fifty-million-dollar tank.

I love feminine soft shades for summers – I like pastels and bright hues, too. I like summer dresses and tank tops; I think they never go out of style. As much as I'm happy with Western wear for red carpet and social dos, I also like Indian ethnic wear for special occasions.

Officers looked at the antique once-animals that eyed them back, at the no giant tank, at the nowhere anything so big and missing as Architeuthis could be.

smell of natural gas, piped from the big metal tank in the backyard, filled once a month by a truck.

Did you see those airport security people? I think you could drive a tank past them, as long as it didn't contain any liquids.

There's less need to slowly acclimate these guys to the tank," Bailey said. "They'll be food pretty soon, so their happiness is less important than the shark's.

Fifty of the Infantry tanks were at home in a battalion of the Royal Tank Regiment, and the remainder were in training-schools. Never has a great nation been so naked before her foes.

Ah, well." He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration. With a nod and a respectful, "Ma'am," he left her in the middle of the room. Feeling like she'd been hit by a tank.

The armored vehicle manufacturing base is not a light switch that can be turned on and off at will. If we mothball production of systems like the Abrams tank, it will take time and money to get this capability back.

By far my most perilous assignment was covering a tank car explosion.

Basically, Sherri's idea had to do with bringing Fat's mind down from the cosmic and the abstract to the particular. She had hatched out the practical notion that nothing is more real than a large World War Two Soviet tank.

What you should do, she told Fat during one of his darker hours, is get into studying the characteristics of the T-34. Fat asked what that was. It turned out that Sherri had read a book on Russion armor during World War Two. The T-34 tank had been the Soviet Union's salvation and thereby the salvation of all the Allied Powers- and, by extension, Horselover Fat's, since without the T-34 he would be speaking - not english or Latin or the koine - but German.

If we knew where every Soviet missile and tank was, there could be no surprise attacks or false "missile gaps" based on erroneous estimates, such as had underwritten Kennedy's arms-buildup in the Sixties. To print Peck's article would strike a blow against the war machine.