Quotes About Road

Q: Why did the stoner cross the road? A: His dealer lived on the other side.

What if they're on the parkway?

As with anything worth achieving, the road to all-encompassing evil has no shortcuts.

Where a pack of monkeys had traveled over the road, the smell of them lingered for a long time in the air, a dry and stale, mousy smell.

I've had a great time on the road, I would say shooting guns with a silencer in Jacksonville, Fla.

On the road, it's constant sensory overload, and it's easy to lose track of days and time and to get caught up in the constant giving of yourself.

Unix is like a toll road on which you have to stop every 50 feet to pay another nickel. But hey! You only feel 5 cents poorer each time.

My touring has never stopped; from the time I started doing stand-up, I've been on the road.

I find it hard to get enthusiastic about hotels because, as a touring comic, I spend a lot of time in them.

Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don't know how smart or thick you are. You could be Albert Einstein for all I know, or some literary prizewinner, or maybe you're just middle of the road like me.

There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.

The road was icy as it was, but Rudy put on the extra coat, barely able to contain a grin. It ran across his face like a skid.

driving rapidly in the direction of Reading, but

Tottenham Court Road, and he left a tidy business

Here is Gregson coming down the road with beatitude written upon every feature of his face.

Every tie a pye-dog strayed onto the road, the driver made a sincere effort to kill it. (108)

Love is a helium-based emotion; Love always takes the high road.

Do not let the hero in your soul parish, in lonely frustration, for the life you deserved but never have been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

He knew as well as we in our own world do that the road to hell is paved with good intentions--but he also knew that, for human beings, good intentions are sometimes all there are. Angels may be safe from damnation, but human beings are less fortunate things, and for them hell is always close.

The road, and the mysteries that lie along it, calls out to none as it calls to the young.

Well, you know what they say, Jamie: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Come on, big guy. Let's go for a ride. Let's cruise.

Los Zapatos, which means the shoes ... was a small village not far from the ocean. It was fairly free of tourists. There was no good road, no ocean view ... and no historical points of interest. Also, the local cantina was infested with cockroaches and the only whore was a fifty-year-old grandmother.

All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).