#taxi

The Internet has exceeded our collective expectations as a revolutionary spring of information, news, and ideas. It is essential that we keep that spring flowing. We must not thwart the Internet's availability by taxing access to it. ↗

— Chris Cannon

#availability #collective #essential #exceeded #expectations

I was born and brought up in Liverpool with my clever little sister Jemma, who is 14 and wants to be a vet. My mum Jane is an administrator and my dad Peter is a taxi driver. ↗

— Jennifer Ellison

#born #brought #clever #dad #driver

I'm not gonna give the British Government the joy of keeping taxing me. They don't tax art. And all my cars are just a collection of art. ↗

— Jay Kay

#british #british government #cars #collection #give

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries. ↗

— Klaus Kinski

#cemeteries #dead #dead people #drivers #driving

Women often don't want to admit that they like fashion. And yet fashion enthralls everyone, from the taxi driver to the mega-intellectual. I have often asked myself why this is. I don't know the answer. ↗

— Miuccia Prada

#answer #asked #driver #everyone #fashion

We are today, in this country, convulsed by the situation in Iraq. It is an extraordinary crisis. It is taxing our men and women in uniform, and it is certainly taxing our resolve. ↗

— Jack Reed

#country #crisis #extraordinary #iraq #men

When a man and a woman see each other and like each other they ought to come together - wham - like a couple of taxis on Broadway, not sit around analyzing each other like two specimens in a bottle. ↗

— Thelma Ritter

#around #bottle #broadway #come #couple

But when I make a good [taxidermy] mount I feel like I beat God in a small way. As though the Almighty said, Let such critter be dead, and I said, 'Fuck You, he can still play the banjo. ↗

— Christopher Buehlman

#religion #taxidermy #humor

Imagine Ikea if Ikea sold only stuffed animals. ↗

— Melisa Milgrom

#imagination

If I set my stones, my mum would be an opal, all swirly colours and clashy statements. I would put her at the north point of my stone compass and be grateful to her for my brains, and the fact that I stand up for myself. I'd be grateful to her for the ease with which I laugh, although I wish she'd rein in her own guffaws sometimes because really, who needs to be that loud? I was grateful that she didn't hover over me like some parents who couldn't seem to let their (nearly adult) children out of their sight without keeping constant telephone contact. He'll, I was even grateful that she had strict house rules that were a pain in the arse, because we both knew it would be much easier if she said yes, but she did no because she really believed no was the right answer. ↗

— Gabrielle Williams

#love #mum #stone #taxi #love