#highway

We get picked up in these Rolls Royces and get three miles down the highway and five cop cars pull us over. ↗

— Johnny Thunders

#cop #down #five #get #highway

The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who... looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space... on the infinite highway of the air. ↗

— Wilbur Wright

#ancestors #birds #desire #down #fly

A modern fleet of ships does not so much make use of the sea as exploit a highway. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#exploit #fleet #highway #make #modern

Back in the days when the market was a kind of secular god and all the world thrilled to behold the amazing powers of private capital, the idea of privatizing highways and airports and other bits of our transportation infrastructure made a certain kind of sense. ↗

— Thomas Frank

#back #behold #bits #capital #certain

Take the back roads instead of the highways. ↗

— Minnie Pearl

#highways #instead #roads #take

These were big ones. Those companies would then go in and build an electrical system or ports or highways, and these would basically serve just a few of the very wealthiest families in those countries. ↗

— John Perkins

#big #big ones #build #companies #countries

We have an extensive system of highways, ports, locks and dams, and airports. ↗

— Jerry Costello

#extensive #highways #locks #ports #system

My driver Kellie Frost and I would race these fellows home and they were always faster on the highway. We did the same with Daniel and his driver, and thus began a long series of jokes and competitions to alleviate the impossible hours and tensions this film provoked. ↗

— Madeleine Stowe

#always #began #competitions #daniel #did

As a former lifelong Republican, it pains me to tell you that today's Republicans - and their standard-bearers, Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan - just aren't up to the task. They're beholden to 'my way or the highway' bullies, indebted to billionaires who bankroll ads and allergic to the very idea of compromise. ↗

— Charlie Crist

#allergic #beholden #billionaires #bullies #compromise

And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred, He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. ↗

— Alfred Noyes

#the-highwayman #love