I have taken up writing lately and now I am writing a short story about driving around at night, but I'm kinda running out of ideas (I do not even own a car, so) and I was wondering if you knew some pieces or quotes related to that? Anyway, thanks!
I no longer feel anything except a rhythm, an irresistible impulse; I drive off, I have driven off, I keep going, the engine purrs. I feel the speed of my soul.
Jean-Paul Sartre, The Words: The Autobiography of Jean-Paul Sartre
“That life [truck-driving] is good for people. I was thankful for every day they ain’t invented yet the trucker-robots. That life is good. The road. Sky. The scenery.Except the loneliness.Except in the case of all the, y’know, loneliness.”
Martyna Majok, The Cost of Living: A Play
Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”
Are you always moving on? Do you ever think?– read?–or are you dazed, as I am in the car, when we drive, and drive and drive, and my mind is a long peaceful smudge?
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Ethel Smyth
I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love a confused old man driving in the rainwondering where the good luckwent.
Charles Bukowski, “I Made A Mistake”
Sean Glatch ( @7-weeks), “Car Crash Hearts”
It’s an art as simple as drinking waterfrom a tin cup; of loving that momentat the end of autumn, say, when the airholds no more promises, and the days are short / and likely to be gray. And there, just when you’re feeling your weakest, / it floods you completely,leaving you weeping as you drive your car.
Joe Salerno, “Poetry is the Art of Not Succeeding”
I won’t flinch andi won’t blameyou,as I drive along the shore aloneas the palms wave,the ugly heavy palms,as the living does not arriveas the dead do not leave,
Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”
I know there’s lots of world over and above Highway 5, but when you’re driving on it–four boys in one car and it’s so peaceful, so empty for mile after mile after mile, when the radio stations cut out and there’s just static and the sound of your voices, and wind when you put your arm out to rest it on the hood–it seems you are balanced. Skimming along the rim of the universe.
Louise Erdrich, The Round House
‘Cause honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let goI’m waiting for it, that green light, I want itOh, honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let goI’m waiting for it, that green light, I want itYes, honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let goI’m waiting for it, that green light, I want itOh, I wish I could get my things and just let goI’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Halsey x Lido, ft. Jaden Smith, “Slow”
Oh, anywhere, driver, anywhere - it doesn’t matter. Just keep driving.It’s better here in this taxi than it was walking. It’s no good my trying to walk. There is always a glimpse through the crowd of someone who looks like him—someone with his swing of the shoulders, his slant of the hat. And I think it’s he, I think he’s come back. And my heart goes to scalding water and the buildings sway and bend above me. No, it’s better to be here. But I wish the driver would go fast, so fast that people walking by would be a long gray blur, and I could see no swinging shoulders, no slanted hat.
Dorothy Parker, “Sentiment”
The only dream I’ve had all yearis the one where I am drivingout of control. The brakes are shot,the landscape changes, accelerateinstead of stop. It’s almost tooobvious to interpret, like teethor pomegranates, or ocean.
Morgan Parker, “Beyonce in Third Person”
Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”
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