You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: 'Holy Christ, whaddya know - I'm still around!' It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.
Of the seven deadly sins, anger has long been the one with the best box of costumes. When the guy in the next car rages at you, he's dangerous. When you rage at him, you're just. We can usually recognize the results of anger, especially in others, as...
I have tons of art books. I have them all over the place. They are in my car, in my bag, and in my studio. There are books around me all the time.
The only thing I have left to remember her by is the scent of her perfume. I just broke into her car and stole the bottle.
Two guys jumped us on the way to get food," Cameron answered. "Ty is like... a ninja on crack. He beat them up pretty spectacularly. Then we stole with their car.
You must be a blast on long car rides.” “Oh, I am. You haven't experienced fun until you try to fuck in the front seat of a Civic.
She had originally agreed to appear naked, but on seeing the cars informed me that she would only appear topless—an interesting logic was at work there.
And although cars and motorcycles zipped around, all he saw was the girl coming toward him like a scene in a movie.
Michael put a deodorant in the car which Julie wished he would stop called,'Aunty Alice's anti-fart stick,' in front of the children.
I found myself being helped down to the car. That sort of help is actually a hindrance. If you ever see someone with a walking stick, that stick, and their arm, are actually a leg.
Business idea: People like to eat and drive, so why not make edible cars? Instead of gasoline, they’d run on coffee.
So,” I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?” “I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll be fine there while I’m gone.
It's bad enough I have to be trapped in a car with you children. You'll do your best not to act like children.
What's the best place to hide a car? In an airport long-term lot. Like where's the best place to hide a grain of sand? On the beach
We may run into Kevin,” Lucy said gloomily. “She’s hoping to run into Kevin,” Zoë assured her. Justine smiled grimly. “Preferably with my car.
Personally, I refuse to drive a car - I won't have anything to do with any kind of transportation in which I can't read.
You can't NOT cross the street because you might get hit by a car.
Was it wrong that I kind of wanted to do her right there? Okay, Kate. Be professional about this. Also you have a girlfriend. A girlfriend who can juggle cars.
I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car." Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is.
Eventually you can't help but figure out that, while gender is a construct, so is a traffic light, and if you ignore either of them, you get hit by cars. Which, also, are constructs.
The thing was, the places of your life, like the clothes you wore and the car you drove and the friends and associates you had, were a product of the way you lived.
