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).)
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.)
We are not cave dwellers anymore, we live in the age of technology. When someone needs a car, he does not need to build it. He can buy it. When someone needs a murder, he himself does not need to kill. He can order it.
(Friedrich Dürrenmatt (1921-1990), Swiss dramatist, novelist, essayist. Trans. by Gerhard P. Knapp (1995). The Collaborator, pt. I (1976).
On technological progress and free enterprise.)
I'd like to say I'm ready to kick ass and show the guys how it's done. But I'm not here to prove anything about being a woman. I'm here to drive a race car and try to win a race.
(Lyn St. James (b. 1947), U.S. race-car driver. As quoted in People magazine, p. 84 (May 31, 1993).
St. James was the second woman in history to qualify to race a car in the Indianapolis 500, the first having been Janet Guthrie in 1977-79; she was speaking shortly before the 1993 race.)