Tag: vehicle

You claim something that you wish to call your own
Bottlenecks, even figurative ones, don’t grow
Maybe that was part of the problem
Has not been exciting life. Has been much drudgery
This was just a temporary reprieve
Some kind of conference maybe?
Older than me, but not old
It was a feeling that couldn’t last
His arms and legs shooting out like starbursts
He can’t seem to get it right
This spying business is a dirty game
The goal is to merge with something larger than yourself
A photographer has to be willing to risk it all
For a while it was nothing, nothing at all
Something berserk was bound to happen
A chance has come my way, and I was taking it
It smelled of motor oil and friction heat
Moving, moving, all the time moving
The party was ending
Gone fishing
And you don’t even have to remember how it feels, if you remember how it looks
No different than anyone else, we were young. Once.
We live in a city of (rough) approximations
And you were hiding from the photographer?
Don’t worry about it, it’s all right
Quarrelling, trading insults, but ever, at bottom, bosom pals
Nothing wrong with it
I hate it when corpses go walkabout
I could use a little help here
The fastest thing on the road
You do realize you’ve screwed up the carburettor assembly?
She pictured wolves, packs of them
You were going to do all the wonderful things
He took walks almost every day, in spite of the weather
All the jokes had already been used up over that one
As soon as he closed the book, he had to come back to the real world
There can never be more between us than there is just now
I don’t see how it could have been anyone else, do you?
No one looked at anyone else, or had to be looked at
To comment is not necessarily to compliment
Everyone was proud of him
Are you two going to sit here all night?
He knows, too, that he is only postponing his own death
There is no innocence in this city
What luck to know a good and honest man
I never know what I’m going to do next
How long life seemed when one thought of the past
In spite of the raincoat he was soaked
Gone fishing
Alexandra loved whipping along in Nat’s antique Jaguar with its top down