Top 45 Cab Quotes

The first time I landed in New York and got a cab to my hotel, I was completely struck by it: a feeling of life and chaos, 24 hours around the clock, just like in London. And whatever your problem is, it’s insignificant. You’re just a small part of something very big.

I don’t have to really be in the 60s. Every time I hail a cab in New York, and they pass me by and pick up the white person, then I get a dose of it. Or when they don’t want to take you to Harlem. I grew up with that.

I’m so impatient. I can’t even stand waiting for a cab, and I’m always early for everything. In training, it means I want to run my personal best every session – but it takes time.

There were days when my dad and grandpa had to work and I would call a cab to get to school. I felt a little embarrassed and would get out a block before school. There were kids getting dropped off in a Mercedes or Lexus. I didn’t want them to see me.

My father, Fukujuro, drove a cab and my mother, Itsuko, was a homemaker. My parents often took me to see Impressionist exhibits. At home, I would paint pictures in a similar style.

I decided to go and find India on my own. So, I hired a cab for a drive round old Delhi. I was knocked off center by the sheer energy that goes into daily survival.

In my early teens, I was working in a Wimpy Bar and delivering cab company cards to make cash. I also ran a tuck shop at school. I struggled academically because of being dyslexic. When I saw other families and what they had, it inspired me. I thought, ‘I can get that, too, if I work hard.’

Why can’t a seven-foot guy play a doctor? Why can’t I be a teacher? Why can’t I be a football coach? Why can’t I be a cab driver? Anything. Anything else than that. I can cry. I can do those things that they think the big guys can’t do. So just give us a chance.

I always think you can tell a lot about a person by how they talk to their cab driver.

Definitely one of the biggest influences on my music is the music that Ben Gibbard’s associated with, so Death Cab and The Postal Service.

I like musk and oud in a really, really delicate way. Because sometimes, if there’s too much oud, it just smells like you’re in the back of a cab in Harlem and I can’t do it.

Sometimes I get frustrated in traffic. I typically start going deep with my cab driver and Twitter feed – simultaneously – to take my mind off the gridlock. I enjoy live-tweeting my cab rides.

I’m a Londoner. Embankment. Big Ben. Cab drivers.

I had a job as a paralegal. I drove a cab.

In New York, we tip everyone. We tip doormen, we tip cab drivers, and we tip bartenders at the bar. You’ll get quite an evil eye if you don’t leave a tip at the bar.

I am not opposed to doing a side project, like Death Cab for Cutie, where it’s completely different from my own band.

I look around my neighborhood, and I see people hailing a cab or ordering their food and then paying for it all with their phone. I’ve read about that stuff for a really long time, and now it’s starting to become commonplace.

XTC is my favorite band; I’m a huge Neil Young fan, Jayhawks, all that type of stuff. I like Death Cab for Cutie, also Ryan Adams. I try to impress my children: ‘Have you listened to such-and-such?’ They’re not impressed.

My father worked in the Post Office. A lot of double shifts. All his friends were in the same situation – truck drivers, taxi cab drivers, grocery clerks. Blue collar guys punching the clock and working long, hard hours. The thought that sustained them was the one at the center of the American dream.

If you see me in New York, you’ll probably see me on my bicycle riding furiously between a city bus and a taxi cab, hitting one of them on the side and yelling at them.

I keep mementos from everything I’ve done. I’ve got my cab driver’s license from ‘Happiness.’ I’ve got a pair of glasses and a belt buckle from playing John Lennon. I’ve got a pair of sunglasses from playing Andy Warhol… It’s all in a box in the garage.

It’s pretty funny, just driving by in a cab, and you see a huge billboard of yourself on the side of a hotel, like a 100-by-100 poster hanging up.

I’ve had dinner with two Beatles and a Rolling Stone;I’ve said ‘hello’ to Whitney Houston and shared a cab with Larry Adler.

You’d never think of taking a cab if you had to walk a mile down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue. But in a bad city you take a cab just to go around the corner.

The greatly anticipated 2009 Masters was like going to a Broadway hit and finding out that the star, Sir Tiger Woods, was off that night, and his replacement was the cab driver who dropped you off at the theater.

Picture it in your mind’s nostril: you get in a cab in time to catch twin thugs named Vomit and Cologne assaulting a defenseless pine-tree air freshener.

I remember flying in, driving down 101 in a cab, and passing by all these tech companies like Yahoo! I remember thinking, ‘Maybe someday we’ll build a company. This probably isn’t it, but one day we will.’

I have a lot of road rage. Mostly with the rickshaw and cab drivers trying to cut me; it’s the traffic. Grrrr!

Men don’t know enough about being courteous toward women. You should get into a cab before a woman so she doesn’t have to slide across the seat. And you should always go first into a revolving door so she doesn’t have to push – unless it’s moving, then let her go first.

I would suggest one to book a cab or take a bus from Birmingham and visit the coastline in Cornwall. Located in the southern part of the country, Cornwall has a coastline of over 400 miles.

Consider one possible future that could occur soon, where autonomous trucks travel highways with a human ‘monitor’ in the cab who can assist with particularly challenging driving like navigating city centres and ensure goods are delivered safely.

You know, before I would think, my cab driver hates me. Now I think my limo driver hates me.

With cab drivers, I always say I’m from Brazil. I don’t say I’m from Israel. It’s happened more than once that someone is blaming me for the government’s policy. And I say, ‘Listen, I live here. I’m a musician. I don’t call the shots.’

I literally was saved by a role, from becoming a cab driver. I never did have to wait tables, though, so looking back I guess I had it pretty soft.

Some of the best navigators in the world are London taxi cab drivers. They have to learn 25,000 streets and how to get from one to the other.

From folk to tribal to Cab Calloway, Cole Porter, Gershwin to the Rolling Stones, whose first record was all covers, to country-western, bebop, blues, and even the referencing in classic hip hop to cliched love ballads of the ’80s or whatever – that is kinda gone, and that’s just terrifying to me.

I was still in school at the time and Cab was very popular and everybody was doing Cab Calloway so I did.

When I was 9, my parents let me take a cab to the mall all by myself. I had hardly any money to spend, but I did have a very specific list of things I wanted to do: buy cookies and sit on the furniture at Sears.

I always try to write the best song I can in the moment, and those songs are often going to end up on Death Cab for Cutie records. I don’t set out to write a solo song or write a band song. I just write, and where that songs ends up is kind of TBD.

My first job was with an auto plant, Kansas City – they treated you like slaves. From there I went back to Chicago, worked in steel mills, drove a cab, stuff like that.

You’re at LaGuardia, and you get in a cab, and it’s taking you into Brooklyn, and you’re on the BQE, and you can see the skyline, the whole skyline, and it’s so beautiful.

On a Friday night in 1983, I was in a taxi in New York riding home from dinner with friends. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit the cab, and I was thrown toward the glass partition. I tried to duck, but my face hit the glass, and the impact fractured my cheekbone, my eye socket, my collarbone and several ribs.

Back in the day, when we’d get into a town, I would go in the phone book and look up record stores. Then I’d take a bus or a cab and check them out.

If transportation technology was moving along as fast as microprocessor technology, then the day after tomorrow I would be able to get in a taxi cab and be in Tokyo in 30 seconds.

I’ve always been so confused about being a girl. Not in a Bruce Jenner way, just… there’s that expectation where you walk into a room, and it’s like, Is it OK to be a woman?’ Or, you know, you’re looking for your keys in the back of a cab, and sometimes the driver can treat you like you’ve had a lobotomy.