#gas

Over time, the federal government should move the nation to a single standard, clean-burning gasoline. ↗

— Mark Kirk

#federal government #gasoline #government #move #nation

I do not believe we can effectively move Australia to a lower emission economy, which is what we need to do if we're going to make a contribution to a global reduction in greenhouse gases, without putting a price on carbon. ↗

— Malcolm Turnbull

#believe #carbon #contribution #economy #effectively

I hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas. ↗

— Tom Waits

#hate #i #kids #las #las vegas

The ecosystem of our world is a closed system: it would run out of gas, collapse of its own weight. ↗

— Joan D. Vinge

#closed system #collapse #ecosystem #gas #our

Howard Hughes himself was a regular at the restaurant, and in a way it became his headquarters, too. Howard had recently relocated to Las Vegas, so when he wanted to do business in Los Angeles, he went into the back of our restaurant to use the telephone. ↗

— Esther Williams

#back #became #business #had #headquarters

I'd love to do a show in Vegas with drag queens. The tackier the better. ↗

— Catherine Zeta-Jones

#drag #i #love #queens #show

Those days if you drove cross country and you broke down on the side of the road, and the sign says 200 miles to the next gas station, you knew you were so screwed. ↗

— Rob Zombie

#country #cross #cross country #days #down

If Laura was so prolific with poems, and in truth she was, then what was the problem with Megan’s request? Couldn’t Laura, with a little doing, keep stringing together line after line of words and construct, in time, a novel? It seemed logical, but there was the matter of finding an idea and sustaining it. Only fire could do that. The fire of rebellion. Mario Vargas Llosa had not used the term “fire” exactly, but rather had discussed the presence of “seditious roots” that could “dynamite the world” the writer inhabited. He claimed that writing stories was an exercise in freedom and quarreling—out-and-out rebellion, whether or not the writer was conscious of it. And this rebellion, Vargas Llosa reminded his readers, was why the Spanish Inquisition had strictly censored works of fiction, prohibiting them for three hundred years in the American colonies. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#mario-vargas-llosa #novel-writing #writer #writing #writing-a-novel

You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you! ↗

— Gaston Leroux

#gaston-leroux #love #phantom-of-the-opera #death

I nearly had a cakegasm at the table. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned. "Sweet Christ." I opened my eyes to find Hunter watching me with the strangest expression on his face. "What? It's really good; you should try some," I said, pushing the plate at him. It was a testament of how embarrassed I was about the cakegasm that I was even sharing at all. "I swear, if there weren't a table between us, I would be kissing you right now. And none too gently." I put my form down and swallowed so I wouldn't choke. "You didn't seem to mind about the recliner," I said. "True. But there wan't an audience, and that's a very ugly recliner. This is a very nice table. Also there is glass and sharp things I wouldn't want hurting you." "Good point. Please, have some." "If you're going to make that noise and that face again, I don't know if I can let you have any more." "I'll be good. I swear." "You're not good. That's the problem." "You're right. I'm not," I said, giving him my own smirk. "I do try, though." "Cruel. That's the word to describe you right now." "Just have some cake. ↗

— Chelsea M. Cameron

#cakegasm #chelsea-m-cameron #funny #hunter-zaccadelli #my-favorite-mistake