Driving Crazy Quotes

“This ride is spectacular! Right, Morpheus? Just like flying, right?” He tenses next to me, trying to hide his panic. I glance at him and he’s practically green; even the jewels beneath his skin flash a putrid, sickly tone. “What’s the matter? Stomach a little kicky? Didn’t you always say it’s the kicks that let you know you’re alive?”
― A.G. Howard, Unhinged

“I've been wondering... I mean, I thought you might be able to tell me something."
Buddy met my eyes and I saw, for the first time, how he had changed. Instead of the old, sure smile that flashed on easily and frequently as a photographer's bulb, his face was grave, even tentative -- the face of a man who often does not get what he wants.
"I'll tell you if I can, Buddy."
"Do you think there's something in me that drives women crazy?”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“ “Look …” I find my voice again. “I’m sorry for scaring you by driving so crazy. I shouldn’t have played on your fears like that.”
He opens his door. As it glides upward on its hinges, he sets his feet on the ground and looks over his shoulder.
“You wish to apologize?” He grins. “Whyever for? Everyone has something that can be used against them. You set aside your innate compassionate nature and used my weakness to get what you wanted from me. That was well played. You followed your instincts and let down your inhibitions without my even having to coach you. ”
― A.G. Howard, Unhinged

“Do you have a driver's license?"
"Of course," she said, not knowing if it was true or not. She was already sitting behind the steering wheel.
He tossed her the keys and she turned the ignition as he climbed into the car.
She pressed hard on the gas pedal and the car shrieked away from the curb. The back end fishtailed. She needed to get to school quickly and find some answers. She had a feeling that Catty wasn't going to last long in that place.
The light turned yellow ahead of her.
"Slow down!" Derek shouted as the car in front of them stopped for the light.
She didn't let up.
"You're going to rear-end it!" Derek cried, and his foot pressed the floor as if he were trying to work an invisible brake.
She jerked the steering wheel, swerved smoothly around the car, and blasted through the intersection, ignoring the flurry of horns and screeching tires.
Derek snapped his seat belt in place. "Why are you in such a hurry to get to school?"
"Geometry test," she answered, and buzzed around two more cars.
At the next junction she needed to make a left-hand turn, but the line of traffic waiting for the green arrow would delay her too long. She continued in her lane, and when she reached the intersection, she turned in front of the car with the right-of-way. Angry honks followed her as she blasted onto the next street.
"We've got time, Tianna!" Derek yelled. "School doesn't start for another fifteen minutes."
Would fifteen minutes give her enough time to get the answers she needed? She didn't think so.
She pressed her foot harder on the accelerator. The school was at least a mile away, but if she ignored the next light and the next, then maybe she could get there with enough time to question Corrine. She didn't think her powers were strong enough to change the lights and she didn't want to chance endangering other drivers, but she was sure she could at least slow down the cross traffic.
She concentrated on the cars zooming east and west on Beverly Boulevard in front of her without slowing her speed.
"Tianna!" Derek yelled. "You've got a red light!"
She squinted and stalled a Jaguar in the crosswalk. Cars honked impatiently behind the car, and when a Toyota tried to speed around it, she stopped it, too. She could feel the pressure building inside her as she made a Range Rover and a pick-up slide to a halt. She shot through the busy intersection against the light.
Derek turned back. "You've got to be the luckiest person in the world.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Lost One

“I'm passionate about driving, that's the only one that can overtake the pace of my thoughts!” ”
― Ramana Pemmaraju

“Noora zips through the streets of Mount Shasta. Her driving is a cross between Mario Kart and Grand Theft Auto.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After