Laika says I’m not middle of the road. One time she said that I was the road. She said I was her post-apocalyptic highway.

Lee, who oddly enough has no problem owning everything Apple ever puts out even though their serfs literally hurl themselves off buildings to escape the pain of putting the fucking things together.

When the towers fell ...” They cast such a shadow, and it stretched out over our lives. We grew up in that shadow. “And it made everything seem so trivial.

They say life is a highway and we all travel our own roads, some good, some bad, yet each is a blessing of its own.

This long ride is the blood my heart bleeds...

That stretch of highway is prone to pretty difficult conditions particularly because of the wind. It's a stretch of road we've pretty much been looking at since it was built.