When I wonder what the future of books will be I often think about horses. Before automobiles existed everyone had a horse. Then cars became available and their convenience compared to horses was undeniable.

So the poet who wants to be something that he cannot be and is a failure in plain life makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.

But as environment minister I am very interested in a thriving German automobile industry because I can only pay for the rising costs of environmental protection at home and abroad if there are people in Germany with jobs and who pay taxes.

Computers like automobiles and airplanes do only what people tell them to do.

A man from a primitive culture who sees an automobile might guess that it was powered by the wind or by an antelope hidden under the car but when he opens up the hood and sees the engine he immediately realizes that it was designed.

Remote villages and communities have lost their identity and their peace and charm have been sacrificed to that worst of abominations the automobile.

Not having to own a car has made me realize what a waste of time the automobile is.

The automobile both a cause and an effect of this decentralization is ideally suited for our vast landscape and our generally confused and contrary commuting patterns.

You talk about German technocracy and you get automobiles.

You have to wait six months to purchase a fuel efficient automobile made from overseas.