Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.

I was hoping we could just listen to Jimmy Eat World and forget we ever grew up.

Normal Iraqi etiquette was forgotten the moment drivers sat behind the wheel.

You know, somebody actually complimented me on my driving today. They left a little note on the windscreen, it said ‘Parking Fine.

I left Mermaid’s Bar and Grill about 2:00 am, and fishtailed out of the parking lot.

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

This would not be a problem if I were driving a snowplow.

This morning my car wouldn’t start. I guess that’s better than if my car wouldn’t stop. As a lover I’m a bring-my-own-bicycle kind of guy.

Time is the driving force in the universe.

I keep my love in the trunk. And I drive slowly over speed bumps, so she doesn’t bump her head around.

I want a coffee machine that runs on gasoline and drives me to work. We can make love in the backseat, next to the cream and sugar.

We don’t need guns, man, we got dogs!

A drunk can’t follow a line of reasoning, even if it is a double white line.

When you’re driving, you don’t focus on everything at once, but you have peripheral awareness of it, right? You focus on what you need to at any given moment, whether it’s the car in front...

Dreamland, I couldn’t stay away, because I couldn’t stay awake. I traveled there in my sleep, at 65 miles per hour, while I was driving.

Don’t drive a car in the dream, else you won’t drive it on earth. Don’t wish to become, else you won’t become. Don’t associate with fools, else your ancestors will be insulted. Don’t be addicted...

You are your own leader. Where are you driving yourself to now? You can’t afford to go wayward! Rise up and break new territories and live life so well.

I would take a trip down Memory Lane, but with gas prices sky high, forget about it.

Mindful living is an art. You do not have to be a monk or living in a monastery to practice mindfulness. You can practice it anytime, while driving your car or doing housework. Driving in...

Driving is better than walking, because hitting is better than being hit.

I’m saying, Come on, the global warming thing? How did the ice melt during the ice ages? Was the dinosaurs driving SUVs around back then?

Always focus on the front windshield and not the review mirror.

Sometimes when I read before bed I get so tired that my eyes gloss over the sentences without actually taking in any information, as my mind wanders in a pre dream state. That’s also how...

Driving in your world seems a bit dangerous.

If you have no good drive in you, your life will not be steered through a good direction. It will miss its destined station. Passion or drive is what moves the vehicle of a fulfilled...

That’s how life works. You know it when you know it.They’re nineteen and in love. Alone except for each other. Jobless and homeless, looking for something, somewhere, anywhere here.They’re on a sixteen-line highway.Driving west.

God have pity on the smell of gasolinewhich finds its way like an armthrough a car window,more human than kerosene,more unctuous, more manly.

A Toyota is not a toy. At least not a sex toy. However, my driving is both erratic and erotic. Tickets are ten dollars per passenger. Senior citizen discounts not available.

There’s a difference between driving and texting. When your driving your eyes have to be open and on the road watching the cars around you, road signs, and traffic lights. Along with your mind on...

It was understood that they shared the same thresholds–the same inexhaustible appetite for wasting time, for discussing lofty ideas, for dissecting trivial things, for driving to nowhere in particular, for listening to music, for talking...

The girl who did my oil change was so sexy that after she was done, I drove nonstop 2500 miles one way, just so I could immediately turn around and drive back with a reason...

The car whispered up the slope and nosed quietly out above the trees. He was driving like a careful insult.

The wisest thing my grandpa ever said to me before he died was “Stop!” Thinking back, I don’t know if he was talking to me or the car that ran him over. I prefer to...

I have slightly less than 60 miles to go, and I’m going slightly faster than 60 miles per hour. I should arrive in a bad mood.

So easy to go sailing off this road. A wonder more folks didn’t. All that space, waiting.

After six long hours of driving and three rest stops, Tiger pulls up to a snow-topped, metal speaker box just outside the State Penitentiary’s first gate in Walla Walla. As he rolls down his window...

Just because you’re sober, don’t think you’re a good driver, Cookie.

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

I always get whiplash when I have sex in the backseat. Boy, I sure wish Grandmother would learn how to drive.

Driving is boring,” Rabbit pontificates, “but it’s what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.

Why do old people drive slow? They have the least amount of time left on earth, so you’d think they’d drive the fastest, to make the best use of what little time they have.

It’s dark at night, yet people still drive. So I don’t see why people get so upset that I drive blindfolded during the day.

Vehicular Darwinism based on survival of the quickest.

I’d drive a thousand miles just to learn how to conserve gas and help save the environment. But that’s just who I am. I’m a thoughtful guy.

Living is like driving,” my grandmother used to say. “You have to pick a lane.” Have I chosen the right lane? It feels like this place, this moment in time, lies exactly halfway between my...

I can only drive slowly.””That’s all right.””And I can only do left turns.”Rose ran downstairs, grabbed a road atlas, and ran triumphantly back up again. “Wales is left! Look! It’s left all the way!

I don’t like sleeping, but I do like watching the inside of my eyelids. That’s how I drive, and that’s how I make love. Honk when you’re finished.

I’m still driving a Prius, yeah.

The bus had one too many people on it (the driver), so all of them had to die. The only thing that saved all those passengers was my love—and the fact that I know how...

Staying relaxed was helping him cope with the drug induced juddering vision that could be best described as being like a Hitchcockian visual effect operated by a hyperactive squirrel that shook the whole universe closer...