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).)
I looked, there was nothing to see but more long streets and thousands of cars going along them, and dried-up country on each side of the streets. It was like the Sahara, only dirty.
(Mohammed Mrabet (b. 1940), Moroccan author. Look And Move On, ch. 11, trans. by Paul Bowles (1976).
"Like the Sahara Only Dirty" was the title of this chapter in Mohammed Mrabet's novelistic autobiography.)
It is not in our drawing-rooms that we should look to judge of the intrinsic worth of any style of dress. The street-car is a truer crucible of its inherent value.
(Elizabeth Stuart Phelps (1844-1911), U.S. author. What to Wear? Ch. 1 (1873).
Reacting to the elaborate, expensive, clumsy, and easily- soiled dresses that women of the time often wore, even when riding the streetcar.)