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).)
The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.
(J.G. (James Graham) Ballard (b. 1930), British author. repr. in Re/Search, no. 8/9, San Francisco (1984). interview in Métaphors, no. 7 (1983).)