Quotations About / On:
No illusion is more crucial than the illusion that great success and huge money buy you immunity from the common ills of mankind, such as cars that won't start.
(Larry McMurtry (b. 1936), U.S. screenwriter, novelist, essayist. Danny Deck, in Some Can Whistle, pt. 1, ch. 11 (1989).)
To nourish children and raise them against odds is in any time, any place, more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.
(Marilyn French (20th century), U.S. author. As quoted in Woman to Woman, by Julia Gilden and Mark Riedman (1994).)
You sell a screenplay like you sell a car. If someone drives it off a cliff, that's it.
(Rita Mae Brown (b. 1944), U.S. feminist, writer. Newsweek (New York, Aug. 19, 1985).)
Doormana genius who can open the door of your car with one hand, help you in with the other, and still have one left for the tip.
(Dorothy Kilgallen (1913-1965), U.S. columnist, television personality. Quoted in Jilly Cooper and Tom Hartman, "Come Away, Poverty's Catching," Violets and Vinegar (1980).)
Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.
(Tama Janowitz (b. 1957), U.S. author. "Modern Saint 271," Slaves of New York (1986).)
What new thoughts are suggested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the rail-road car!
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Nature, ch. 6 (1836, revised and repr. 1849).)
A car can massage organs which no masseur can reach. It is the one remedy for the disorders of the great sympathetic nervous system.
(Jean Cocteau (1889-1963), French author, filmmaker. Opium, p. 20 (1929, trans. 1932, repr. 1957).
Cocteau added, "The craving for opium can be endured in a car.")
For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.
(Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "Fourth Psalm.")
If a man is driving a car and his wife is sitting beside him, it is good; but if a woman is driving a car and her husband is sitting beside her, it is very good.
(to my students)
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”