My neighbor has a circular driveway... he can't get out.
I want to have a family and I'd like to live in a lovely big house, with a massive driveway and gates and loads of kids.
When I was 4, my dad let me 'help' him back out of the driveway, but I'm amazing at driving golf carts.
Be able to back up a car for a considerable distance in a straight line and back out of a driveway.
If he's got golf clubs in his truck or a camper in his driveway, I don't hire him.
I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.
When I was coming home from school as a youngster, and I saw my dad's car in the driveway, I would go to a friend's house. I connected my dad being there with fear.
She'd come running up the driveway and into the kitchen, bringing the spring morning behind her like a trail of hope.
Look, I know he's been married three times before. I accept it, but I don't want it driving up the driveway.
My dad put up a great hoop in our front yard in our driveway. I was in Oregon, so I had to be out there in the rain. We didn't always have a gym to go to.
It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many triumphs and tragedies, and all we see are yards and driveways.
I'm not a public figure at all. I don't really go out a lot to places where there are people like those who sit at the bottom of your driveway.
Dale Palmer: [seeing Hank backs the car wildly up the driveway with his father in the car] They shouldn't drive together.
I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?
I live with my family on the top of a hill in the country, and during the days, my house is quiet, save for the occasional excitement of the FedEx truck heading up the driveway. I write.
Seasonal change in Los Angeles is often a very subtle thing. It's not as if we finally stop having to shovel the snow out of our driveways and can put our parkas back in the closet.
Surveys often show people would prefer a detached house with a lawn and driveway to an apartment. I understand this. It's not my place to presume to tell people where they can live. But perhaps that dream will simply not be possible in the future.
Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom.
I tend to like the last sentence I just wrote, which is: 'It was late in the fall and the trees lining our driveway had turned red like a row of burning matches.'
I found when I followed the driveway around to the back that behind its imposing front it was just another tract house, as if the architect had tried to combine a southern plantation mansion with the slave quarters.
My parents strapped a pair of plastic skis on my boots when I was two years old and sent me down our driveway in Vail. Of course, they were holding on to me the whole time, but that was my first experience 'skiing.'
