City life is stressful. Everybody is running around like crazy, stuck in traffic jams trying to make meetings, trying to make ends meet, trying to meet deadlines, trying to get kids to and from activities. There aren't enough hours in the day for all this business.

After all is said that can be said upon the liquor traffic, its influence is degrading upon the individual, the family, politics and business, and upon everything that you touch in this old world.

You can't stop traffic on Times Square.

The world is a slightly better place for having improvisation in it than it was before. There's something about it that says something positive about the human spirit, that a bunch of people can get together and by following a few simple traffic rules can create art and can entertain an audience and can thrill and exalt each other.

Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us.

There are no traffic jams on the extra mile.

I'm pretty sure the first album I bought was a CD of 'Electric Ladyland' by Jimi Hendrix when I was about nine. I got it for my best friend from school at the time, because we loved Hendrix and became obsessed with 'Crosstown Traffic' in particular. I think it was for his birthday, but I definitely ripped it onto my MP3 player at some point.

Wearable technology will tell us how well we are sleeping and whether we need to exercise. Sensors in the street will help us avoid traffic jams and find parking. Telemedicine applications will allow physicians to treat patients who are hundreds of miles away.

There's a lot of good police officers. There's thousands of perfect traffic stops. Lot of good men. Lot of good women. But those don't get the stories.

There are no traffic jams along the extra mile.

You don't make any money sitting in traffic.

When I turned 16, my dad made me sign a contract - he made us sign contracts for everything - that if I hit my car, I would be responsible for paying for it. I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic, and I tapped someone. It was so not a big deal, but I had to pay for it.

Honestly, the average American spends about 52 minutes a day in commute traffic. And as much as I love driving my car and many people like driving their car, commuting has never been fun for me.

From bank accounts to financial systems, power grids to air traffic controls - our most critical infrastructure remain attractive cyber targets, and if they are ever compromised, the effects could be devastating.

You know, if you're lucky enough to have two smash hit shows, the traffic of the world goes through your dressing room.

Smart cities are those who manage their resources efficiently. Traffic, public services and disaster response should be operated intelligently in order to minimize costs, reduce carbon emissions and increase performance.

Delhi came as a shock. There were so many people, and oh, the traffic.

In age of consumerism and materialism, I traffic in blue sky and colored air.

This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.

Traffic signals in New York are just rough guidelines.