Car Stickers Quotes & Sayings

My car was not gross; it was occupied, cluttered, cramped. It became an extension of my bedroom, and thus an extension of myself. I had two bumper stickers on the back: REPUBLICANS FOR VOLDEMORT and the symbol for the Equal Rights Campaign. On the back side windows were OBAMA '08 signs that my parents made me take down because they "dangerously blocked my sight lines." The trunk housed my guitar but was also the library, filled with textbooks and novels, the giant tattered copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare and all one hundred chapters of Harry Potter on tape. — Marina Keegan

My Heart's still beating for you - Very Dark and Always. — Rae Hachton

To who? Your god may love soul mates but man does not. Such a couple is vulnerable, particularly if they are fool enough to let the world see how shiny and happy they are. Their risk rises tenfold during times of war. There are two courses a couple in such circumstances can chart: go deep into the country and hide as far from humanity as possible, hoping like hell nobody finds them. Because the world will tear them apart." He is wrong. He knows nothing of soul mates. — Karen Marie Moning

Are you the owner of this car?" A cop has something you don't have, something you gave him earlier.
"No, I'm just delivering it to Oklahoma City for a lady. "
"Do you have plates for this car?" A cop needn't be vicious, but he can be so, safely.
"Just those stickers."
"Do you have the registration?" Presidents and premiers can annihilate millions, but only a cop can explain away your solitary murder. — Douglas Woolf

If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart. — Rumi

I have to put down roots where I decide to stay. It wasn't enough for me to be an expatriate Indian in Canada. If I can't feel that I can make social, political and emotional commitments to a place, I have to find another place. — Bharati Mukherjee

By now I was utterly deprogrammed. I walked along naked usually, clothes being not only putrid but unnecessary. My skin had been baked a deep terra-cotta brown and was the constituency of harness leather. The sun no longer penetrated it. I retained my hat. — Robyn Davidson