It could be so beautiful here if the Americans themselves had not made it so ugly with their big buildings, their millions of cars, and noise ...
(Greta Garbo (1905-1990), Swedish actor; relocated to the United States. As quoted in The Divine Garbo, ch. 4, by Frederick Sands and Sven Broman (1979).
Written in a letter to her friend, the Swede Lars Saxon, in autumn 1925, soon after arriving in California to make movies. She would eventually choose to make New York City her home.)
The yuppie idea of the future ain't my idea of a future. Your safe car, and home, and job, and all the time rushing between the threelet's make people feel they can grow up and have some education, some interest in life! That's what counts!
(Joe Strummer (b. 1952), British rock musician. Interview in Melody Maker (London, July 23, 1988).)
We carry adolescence around in our bodies all our lives. We get through the Car Crash Age alive and cruise through our early twenties as cool dudes, wily, dashing, winsome . . . shooting baskets, the breeze, the moon, and then we try to become caring men, good husbands, great fathers, good citizens.
(Garrison Keillor (20th century), U.S. humorist and author. The Book of Guys, introduction (1993).)
Fifty years from now, it will not matter what kind of car you drove, what kind of house you lived in, how much you had in your bank account, or what your clothes looked like, But the world may be a little better because you were important in the life of a child.
(Anonymous. Quoted in The Winning Family, by Louise Hart, ch. 1 (1987).)
Billboards, billboards, drink this, eat that, use all manner of things, everyone, the best, the cheapest, the purest and most satisfying of all their available counterparts. Red lights flicker on every horizon, airplanes beware; cars flash by, more lights. Workers repair the gas main. Signs, signs, lights, lights, streets, streets.
(Neal Cassady (1926-1968), U.S. beat hero. "Leaving LA by Train at Night, High ...," The First Third and Other Writings (1971).)