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

I told you that I love you; you said that this isn't love, I'm just your back up pain if you and your true love aren't meant to be. What does that mean?

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

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.

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

I go up and down Highway 66 here everyday, and I see the remnants of what used to be: The small little hotels, the gas stations, the mom and pop stores, the grocery stores and convenience stores that used to be here 30 years ago, and it hurts. The population is increasing in the area, but everyone drives to Barstow.