1959 Pontiac Quotes & Sayings

Three days later on October 29, 1959, the Pontiac registered in the name of Niles Tignor would be discovered, gas tank near-empty, keys on the floorboards beneath the front seat, in a parking lot close by the Greyhound bus station in Rome, New York. — Joyce Carol Oates

If you knew at twenty what you know at thirty-five, what a marvellous life you could have; on the other hand, you might find that you couldn't be bothered to have any life at all. — Hilary Mantel

I don't have aluminum foil on my windows anymore. — Rick James

During those years the past life recollections began. Psychic powers developed, my meditation increased and I found myself changing, over and over again, becoming someone new almost every day. — Frederick Lenz

We don't wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach. — Taylor Swift

(Ibid. on using the verb to be in this culturally envenomed way, too, as in 'I'll Be There For You,' which has become the sort of empty spun-sugar shibboleth that communicates nothing except a certain unreflective sappiness in the speaker. — David Foster Wallace

They were so ... larger than life, these Yanks, with their ready smiles and booming voices. And their gratitude ... She'd lost track of the times an American had hugged her so tightly she'd come off her feet. — Kristin Hannah

I am a spectacle, an anomaly even among the anomalies. — Tahereh Mafi

The inspection of these chasms brought him a second pulsation of that old horror which he had used to describe to Viviette as produced in him by bottomlessness in the north heaven. The ghostly finger of limitless vacancy touched him now on the other side. — Thomas Hardy

You may be right in believing that if you study hard, one day you might become fluent in English. But you will still look Chinese, and when people meet you, they'll see a Chinese girl no matter how well you speak English. You'll always be expected to know Chinese, and if you don't, I'm afraid they will not respect you as much. — Adeline Yen Mah

It's lack that gives us inspiration. It's not fullness. — Ray Bradbury

A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring, love, and dogs. — George Jean Nathan