Carparks Quotes & Sayings

I just want to compete and do what I love. — Takeru Kobayashi

The kind of woman who could pleasantly instruct you to fuck off, dear, and you immediately would because you'd just hate to disappoint her. — Neal Stephenson

Oh the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
And the carparks going up
And they're pulling down the pubs
And its just another bloody rainy day — Shane MacGowan

The sky is raining bricks right into my skull. — Tahereh Mafi

Tell me, why do you think I do this?" The king sounds curious. "Out of lust? Is that what you think?"
Kill a cardinal? Divide your country? Split the church? 'Seems extravagant,' Chapuys murmurs. — Hilary Mantel

For people who want to get into the voiceover industry, even if you want to get into commercial, you need to become a really, really good actor. — Bob Bergen

Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write. — Philip Sidney

There were other refugees around him experiencing the same fears and helplessness, but Litvinoff didn't find any comfort in this because there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone. Litvinoff preferred to be alone. — Nicole Krauss

Where do people get off saying the Beatles should give $200,000,000 to South America? You know, America has poured billions into places like that. It doesn't mean a damn thing. After they've eaten that meal, then what? It lasts for only a day. After the $200,000,000 is gone, then what? It goes round and round in circles. You can pour money in forever. After Peru, then Harlem, then Britain. There is no one concert. We would have to dedicate the rest of our lives to one world concert tour, and I'm not ready for it. Not in this lifetime, anyway. — John Lennon

I haven't decided yet if you're witty or clueless."
"All of the above," Napier answered. "Unless charming is an option, of course. — Emory Sharplin

You can't depend on other people, you have to run your own race. — Joan Benoit

slapped me hard, my fingers still caught in the window. Crying, — John Davis