Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.

The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, solitaries in clean shirts, smoking, checking mirrors to see if their reflections were still...

Inferiority complex is a gold plated highway to the throne of depression

Beauty is and always will be blue skies and open highway.

You can’t take highways during the apocalypse, because they’ll be packed with panicky people.

I have always thought of music as a highway with many lanes.

Life is like a drive on highway. There will always be someone behind, along and ahead of you. No matter how many people you overtake, life will always serve you with a new challenge, a...

When I’m driving the highway by myself is when I write best.

Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there.

The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.