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“There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

“Every twenty minutes on the Appalachian Trail, Katz and I walked farther than the average American walks in a week. For 93 percent of all trips outside the home, for whatever distance or whatever purpose, Americans now get in a car. On average, the total walking of an American these days - that's walking of all types: from car to office, from office to car, around the supermarket and shopping malls - adds up to 1.4 miles a week...That's ridiculous.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

“There was no other sound in the world like a car crash.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

“Hey, Zee,â€� I said. “I take it that you can fix it, but it’ll be miserable, and you’d rather haul it to the dump and start from scratch.â€�
“Piece of junk,� groused Zee. “What’s not rusted to pieces is bent. If you took all the good parts and put them in a pile, you could carry them out in your pocket.� There was a little pause. “Even if you only had a small pocket.�
I patted the car. “Don’t you listen to him,� I whispered to it. “You’ll be out of here and back on the road in no time.�
Zee propelled himself all the way under the car so his head stuck out by my feet. “Don’t you promise something you can’t deliver,� he snarled.
I raised my eyebrows, and said in dulcet tones, “Are you telling me you can’t fix it? I’m sorry. I distinctly remember you saying that there is nothing you can’t fix. I must have been mistaken, and it was someone else wearing your mouth.�
He gave a growl that would have done Sam credit, and pushed himself back under again, muttering,“Deine Mutter war ein Cola-Automat!�
“Her mama might have been a pop machine,� I said, responding to one of the remarks I understood even at full Zee-speed. “Your mama . . .� sounds the same in a number of languages.
“But she was a beauty in her day.â€� I grinned at Gabriel. “We women have to stick together.”
― Patricia Briggs, Silver Borne

“Well, good afternoon, sunshine. How are you feeling?"
"Like something the cat dragged in, then dragged back outside to leave in the rain, and mud, then the lightning hit it, and burned it, and the cat came back to tear it into pieces, before burying it.”
― Kimberly Montague, Racing Outside the Line

“You can't take highways during the apocalypse, because they'll be packed with panicky people.”
― J. Cornell Michel, Jordan's Brains: A Zombie Evolution

“No, it’s a car. The love of my life will be a woman with my last name.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I may add here that one of the secrets of my happy life is that i have never made the mistake of learning to drive a car. I have never lacked people, usually women, longing to drive me withersoever I wanted. Why keep bitches and bark yourself?”
― Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea

“A black Mercedes Benz 450 SL pulled up. It was your classic hood auto beloved of terrorists, pimps and African dictators.”
― Adrian McKinty, The Cold Cold Ground

“When I was a small boy, I used to play with toy cars and dream about the day I could own a real one. Many people still play with their cars today. They are in their 20s, 40s, maybe even 70s, but they still behave like little children when it comes to purchasing an automobile.
There is a simple law at work in the universe: if it has a motor, it’s going down in value.”
― Celso Cukierkorn, Secrets of Jewish Wealth Revealed!

“I will build a car for the great multitude. It will be large enough for the family, but small enough for the individual to run and care for. It will be constructed of the best materials, by the best men to be hired, after the simplest designs that modern engineering can devise. But it will be so low in price that no man making a good salary will be unable to own one - and enjoy with his family the blessing of hours of pleasure in God's great open spaces. - Henry Ford”
― Bryce G. Hoffman, American Icon: Alan Mulally and the Fight to Save Ford Motor Company

“I glared daggers at him, but they just bounced off him like water on a freshly waxed car.”
― H.P. Mallory, To Kill A Warlock

“And then the car was beside him, not idling but panting like a deadly animal which may or may not be tamed.”
― Stephen King, The Stand

“Simon drove as if he knew something about physics that Einstein hadn’t thought of and God never intended. If nature abhorred a vacuum, Simon positively loathed one, and rushed to fill in the tiniest gap in the heavy flow of speeding traffic. He passed on the right, left, center, and all variations in between, and the Keble responded as if involved in some kind of blood compact with its human master.”
― Don Winslow, A Cool Breeze on the Underground

“I trudged down the stairs and stood on the sidewalk examining my car. Deep scratch in the roof from a misplaced bullet. Hole in windsheild plus embeddedbullet in passenger seat. Bashed-in right rear quarter panel and right passenger-side door from slegehammer. Previous damage from creepy gun attack by insane stalker, And someone had spray painted EAT ME on the driver's side door.
"Your car's a mess,"Lula said. "I don't know what it is with you and cars.”
― Janet Evanovich, Eleven on Top

“If all the cars in the United States were placed end to end, it would probably be Labor Day Weekend”
― Doug Larson

“What looks good to you?â€� he asked as if we were out for ice cream.
Rocky road or pistachio?
Like my Corvette sitting back in the shop, he had a penchant for American-made classics, the ones Detroit had long-since forgotten it once knew how to make. Slowly, I walked around looking at each one—the acid green Shelby Mustang with white racing stripes, the powder blue Ford Fairlane, the black Chevy Bel-Airâ€� each in pristine condition and only because his blood and sweat coursed through them as surely as gasoline. But if he was serious that I could take my pick and drive it out of here, there was only one choice for me: the cherry red 1955 Ford Bronco.”
― Leesa Freeman

“Another bottle was brought out and poured into the reservoir. Once more I climbed inside the car and pressed the spurter button. Once more nothing happened--and once more, when we looked inside the reservoir, we found it empty.
"Two litres!" I said. "Where has it all gone?"
They'd vaporized, evaporated. And do you know what? It felt wonderful. Don't ask me why: it just did. It was as though I'd just witnessed a miracle: matter--these two litres of liquid--becoming un-matter--not surplus matter, mess or clutter, but pure, bodiless blueness. Transubstantiated. I looked up at the sky: it was blue and endless. I looked back at the boy. His overalls and face were covered in smears. He'd taken on these smears so that the miracle could happen, like a Christian martyr being flagellated, crucified, scrawled over with stigmata. I felt elated--elated and inspired.
"If only..." I started, but paused.
"What?" he asked.
"If only everything could..."
I trailed off. I knew what I meant. I stood there looking at his grubby face and told him:
"Thank you."
Then I got into the car and turned the ignition key in its slot. The engine caught--and as it did, a torrent of blue liquid burst out of the dashboard and cascaded down. It gushed from the radio, the heating panel, the hazard-lights switch and the speedometer and mileage counter. It gushed all over me: my shirt, my legs, my groin.”
― Tom McCarthy, Remainder

“Your friend Lila is calling from her car phone,' Ned said, half amused and half annoyed. 'Apparently something earth-shattering has come up, and unless she can talk to you this very second, she claims she will die.”
― Francine Pascal, Rock Star's Girl

“The rain started a few minutes later, a fine mist at first, growing more steady as the miles flew by. The Mercedes hummed along, following the ribbon of road. The night enveloped us, the darkness broken only by the lights on the dash.
All the comforts of a womb with the technology of a jet airplane cockpit”
― Janet Evanovich, Untitled Evanovich Mass Market #4

“In my normal world, cars do not go off the road and explode. Please, do not insult my intelligence.”
― K.J. Cales, Passing of the King

“Bucky's garage was a two-bay cinder block structure that sat like an island in a sea of cars. New cars, old cars, smashed cars, rusted cars, cars that had signed on for the vital organ program,”
― Janet Evanovich, Three to Get Deadly

“As the avenues and streets of a city are nothing less than its arteries and veins, we may well ask what doctor would venture to promise bodily health if he knew that the blood circulation was steadily growing more congested!”
― Hugh Ferriss, The Metropolis of Tomorrow

“You’re kidding, right? The whole town will know where we are just by the idle on that thing.â€�
He feigned a look of shock. “That thing is a 1966 GTO. It has a name, okay? It’s Mack—as in ‘to mack on women.� I rebuilt it last year, and I was told the engine makes girls hot.�
“Someone actually used those words? Is it true?�
“TBD,� he said.
“You’re goofy. Let’s ride in my Jeep. Its name is Jeep.�
Quinn chuckled. “Kavanagh has a smart mouth.”
― Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass

“Cars and bumper cars are two very different things. NEVER sleep in a bumper car.”
― Craig Benzine