Quotes About Trolley

Being deluged with trolley problems is one of the professional hazards of modern moral philosophy.

I wasn't in the mood to talk. The mournful sound of the rubber wheels of the tea trolley squeaking on the lino floor was the right soundtrack for the end of the world. Sometimes the tea lady lost her grip and the trolley hit the corners of the walls and beds. It was the equivalent of waterfalls and parrots in my new terrible world.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

I think about the apocalyptic mess I've created in the trolley. "Organization happens to be one of my fortes." "Fort," he says. "What?" I say. "Apparently it's pronounced fort. Not fort-tay. One syllable, as in Knox.

Only a man off his trolley would consider riding around in a police car with Homicide. Homicide with psychic hunches.

He rolled the trolley away and fetched the wine, which Mrs. Combie had kept in the hot kitchen to warm a little more after it had been shown in its cradle to Charles and carefully uncorked. "Let it breathe a few moments," Vincent had said, and Lovejoy had looked at it, not daring to touch it; she had not known wine was alive.

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Blac pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Black pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

For me, the best part of visiting Aunt Selma, Uncle Nat and Cousin Lewis was the voyage. We went by trolley, of course. At that time, Brooklyn was the Streetcar Capital of the World.  (The Brooklyn Dodgers baseball team got its name because Brooklynites spent half their lives dodging trolleys. The team's full name was Brooklyn Trolley Dodgers, later shortened to Dodgers for tightened newspaper-headline purposes.)

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Blac pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley?

I wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and whiteness. I stumbled around a few blocks. Weird bums (Mission and Third) asked me for dimes in the dawn.

It is sometimes as dangerous to be run into by a microbe as by a trolley car.

I remember in '37 when trolley cars were so big in New York. It was five cents for a ride... There used to be open-air buses, and you could go up a spiral staircase and sit up on top. Those were great, great days.

Envy is a really stupid sin because it's the only one you could never possibly have any fun at. There's a lot of pain and no fun. Why would you want to get on that trolley?

looked like a shopping cart attached to its front.

It is sometimes as dangerous to be run into by a microbe as by a trolley car.