You see people in the left lane, and as long as they are on the speed limit, they stay there. Get in the right lane and let people pass you - let the police worry about somebody who wants to speed. Don't force them pass in the right lane and zig zag,...
I believe God's keeping the records, and I believe you will be rewarded even in this life. Somehow, some way, God will make it up to you. It may be He protected you from an accident you never knew. You can't give God something without God giving you ...
I am interested in seeing how a certain situation can develop with potential accidents. First, I am inspired by the acts of potential collaborators. It tends to be an action they have already done in a different context. I am very clear about the rul...
My first book, 'To Engineer Is Human,' was prompted by nonengineer friends asking me why so many technological accidents and failures were occurring. If engineers knew what they were doing, why did bridges and buildings fall down? It was a question t...
I'm going to introduce you to a revolutionary thought - you can go slower and get there quicker. And that's to do with flow. As soon as you made it two lanes and brought in the 70 (mph) and 50 (mph), you got there quicker. It meant the flow of the tr...
I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises - they're like little flowers. I've always said that if you have a name for something, like 'cut' or 'bruise,' people will automatically...
I believe you have constructive accidents en route through a novel only because you have mapped a clear way. If you have confidence that you have a clear direction to take, you always have confidence to explore other ways; if they prove to be mere di...
Charlotte: [Bob is recollecting when he first saw Charlotte, in the elevator] Did I scowl at you? Bob: No, you smiled. Charlotte: I did? Bob: Yes, it was a complete accident. A freak. I haven't seen it since. Just that one time. [Charlotte smiles] Bo...
Mass transportation is doomed to failure in North America because a person's car is the only place where he can be alone and think.
I've had an amazing career and amazing blessings. But I'm an everyday person, and I have lived an everyday life, and I drive an everyday car.
My family runs a little art gallery back in Cornwall, so flashy cars and things like that have never really been particularly interesting to me.
The cops got out of the car and came straight towards me. My first thought was,
Fear is like a car. Either you control it, or you let it paralyze you.
The fast, flowing parts, the high-speed corners, that's where a Formula One car is at its best - changes of direction, pulling high g-forces left and right.
History is often best told from the ground, out of a car window or in someone's kitchen, not through some huge production mechanism or grand framing device.
I can't listen to music when I'm writing. I like music best in a car or on the train.
I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it. It's just getting out of one car, and into another.
I grew up hard. I picked cotton and plowed with the mule and fixed the cars and played with the guitar and the piano.
Only a writer would slap a bumper sticker on her car that read, .
Human soul is a car and human body is a driver. One cannot run without the other.
It's a no-brainer for me that at some point our cars will have the ability to drive themselves.
