Life is either a road trip or the time you waste until the next road trip.

Highways are like rivers, everytime im on a highway or a river, it makes my mind flow, nonstopping, thinking only on life and how i could make it different

A lifetime of yearning unwound before him like some lost and endless highway.

Ah, that we lack the courage of our romantic convictions; and thereby miss the wine of life, forgoing the very thing that makes living worthwhile.

Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective. So it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle everyday? How could we ever hope to accomplish anything anther than galloping neurosis?

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.