Cabbies in particular seem to like discussing the fate the Earth.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think that anybody's craft is fascinating. A taxi driver talking about taxi driving is going to be very, very interesting.
A friend of mine had this great theory about the Teletubbies, that it's preparing us for being mindless. And getting us ready for living in an underground world. That's why the scenery is so flat.
We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.
Driving a cab is not really a nurturing type of relationship. You take people and they tip you, they may not tip you, you don't know their names, they don't care about you, you don't care about them.
I'm looking at a dead event and trying to give it new life. In a sense, I'm a taxidermist.
Once I set my mind towards something, it's going to happen. By hook or by crook.
I've diced with death the most cycling around London. Black cabs are far more dangerous than polar bears.
I think it's wonderful that people in pickup trucks are buying two flats of dog food and a copy of 'Bastard.' I want my view of the world to be right up there next to gallon boxes of Tide.
When there's not ten feet of snow on the ground, I ride my bike down the streets of New York, and I literally hear two things out of car windows as cabs pass by me: They either yell, 'Hey, dummy,' or 'Hey, Mayhem.'
No collection of people who are all waiting for the same thing are capable of holding a natural conversation. Even if the thing they are waiting for is only a taxi.