Driving Quotes

Staying relaxed was helping him cope with the drug induced juddering vision that could be best described as being like a Hitchcockian visual effect operated by a hyperactive squirrel that shook the whole universe closer and farther away. If you went with it, it was quite pleasant, as long as you didn't introduce any lateral movement like turning your head or the car. This caused the universe to try and slide away from underneath you. The other side effect was the constant feeling you ought to try to twist your head off, in a good way.

Why would you turn right on a red light when we can all just sit here behind you waiting to die... #AHOLE

God have pity on the smell of gasolinewhich finds its way like an armthrough a car window,more human than kerosene,more unctuous, more manly.

Drive like hell was following you." - Jace Wayland

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

It was understood that they shared the same thresholds--the same inexhaustible appetite for wasting time, for discussing lofty ideas, for dissecting trivial things, for driving to nowhere in particular, for listening to music, for talking about books, for obsessing over pop culture, but mostly for laughing, talking, and simply being together. There was nothing one could say that the other would find too cruel or too kind. And on those rare occasions when they did tire of each other, they needed only go a day without talking before they yearned to reconnect.

Always focus on the front windshield and not the review mirror.

You are your own leader. Where are you driving yourself to now? You can't afford to go wayward! Rise up and break new territories and live life so well.

You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it.

Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn't block traffic.

We were miles away from our real lives.

I was lonely, desperate, and angry. At that moment, I truly understood what it meant to be a Saudi woman. It meant being confronted with every possible kind ofobstacle and discrimination. It meant being told that if you want to race with men, you’d have to do it with your hands and legs cut off. I started to wish I had been born somewhere—anywhere—else.

Just because you're sober, don't think you're a good driver, Cookie.

Men may or may not be better drivers than women, but they seem to die more often trying to prove that they are.

It is an amazing contradiction: a society that frowns on a woman going out without a man; that forces you to use separate entrances for universities, banks, restaurants, and mosques; that divides restaurants with partitions so that unrelated males and females cannot sit together; that same society expects you to get into a car with a man who is not your relative, with a man who is a complete stranger, by yourself and have him take you somewhere inside a locked car, alone.

The astounding natural beauty of the USA is offset by its extremely poor social security system that is clearly apparent when driving around the country.

How beautiful it is to live in a world with no walls.

Living is like driving," my grandmother used to say. "You have to pick a lane." Have I chosen the right lane? It feels like this place, this moment in time, lies exactly halfway between my past and my future.

I am emotional about engines, if you hurt my car, you hurt my heart.

I haven't met that many women, human or angelic, who actually like to drive. In my experience they seem to be much more pragmatic about the whole thing than we are. For most males, driving is an extension of their masculinity; they have little fantasy scenarios going all the time - races, chases, and dramatic combat with other drivers. Females, on the other hand, generally seem to view driving as something you do to get somewhere. I know, crazy.

So easy to go sailing off this road. A wonder more folks didn't. All that space, waiting.

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren’t for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.

We were like captive animals that had lost the will to fight. We even went so far as to defend the very constraints that they hadimposed upon us.