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Every Tuesday, we share photographs from our recent or long-ago travels, or just everyday stuff that appealed to our mindful eye and sharp sensibilities as captured through fleeting images.
Handsome Carriages At Marstallmuseum
Last week, I featured golden carriages while I was at Marstallmuseum in Munich. Here are a few more that look somewhat like cars. They do look handsome, if I may say so myself.
I had a definite sense of somehow being a passenger in an evil vehicle crusing through Paradise.
― Cruising Paradise
The ultimate concept car will move so fast, even at rest, as to be invisible.
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The sound of the car. When he’s waiting he can never quite recall it. I’ve forgotten, he tells himself. But then it comes back to him, often in pauses between the waiting, after he’s stopped thinking about it. And then she comes, and he recognizes the sound in an instant; he hears it with his tummy, it’s my tummy that remembers the sound, not me, he thinks to himself. And no sooner has he heard the car than he sees it too, from the corner of the window, her blue car coming round the bend behind the banks of snow, and she turns in at the house and drives up the little slope to the front door.
― Love
I drive a beat-up Mercury Cougar, with the windows down and the music up. I seek my identity in toughness – but it is Morrie’s softness that draws me, and because he doesn’t look at me as a kid trying to be something more than I am, I relax.
― Tuesdays with Morrie
The Gray Man hated his current rental car. He got the distinct impression it hadn’t been handled enough by humans when it was young, and now it would never be pleasant to be around.
― The Dream Thieves
Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.
― The Art of Racing in the Rain
Civilization is a myth. That is the truth this world has taught us. We have not risen above our baser instincts… That is what always has and always will drive us.
― The Walking Dead, Vol. 26: Call to Arms
It’s a dreadful world with only your own heart to drive you.
― The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
As we drove, I imagined we were standing still and the world was coming toward us.
― Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
“Learn to drive?”
“Never,” said Quentin. “My mission in life is to be a passenger.”
― Archer’s Goon
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