What kind of America do people want to leave for their children? What horrors are down the road, stuff that was unthinkable 30 years ago?
A young gratuitous smile; trust and distrust; Promiscuities of bed and board and road; The one assured treasure A life, in recollection, truly possessed.
I'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.
I cannot give up chasing after happiness simply because there might be pain down the road.
I couldn't be touring unless my husband was on the road with me, taking care of our son while I'm onstage and doing interviews.
I'm collateral damage. I'm road kill. And in 72 hours, nobody is going to remember who I am nor are they going to care.
It became clear to me in an instant that living a gay life without publicly acknowledging it is simply not enough to make any significant contribution to the immense work that lies ahead on the road to complete equality.
We have seen from experience that, if we are in the habit of walking regularly on the same road, we are able to think about other things while walking, without paying attention to our steps.
I don't mind payin' for the police and for streets and sanitation, or road work, bridges, trains, food subsidies and welfare. But I don't wanna pay for bombs to fight proxy wars in the middle of nowhere against enemies in the night.
One way to find food for thought is to use the fork in the road, the bifurcation that marks the place of emergence in which a new line of development begins to branch off.
There are only two roads, victory for the working class, freedom, or victory for the fascists which means tyranny. Both combatants know what's in store for the loser.
I love to deer hunt and fish and drive down the back roads in my truck. All those things basically equal freedom to me - and not having to return that message or call from my record company or management.
The road to freedom lies not through mysteries or occult performances, but through the intelligent use of natural forces and laws.
I never complain. I chose the road of fighting with the Ukrainian oligarchy in 1996, and have paid for this with my freedom and that of my husband, my father and my close friends.
I have family in Tanzania. I can't even explain the joy of riding through the Tanzania national park and seeing giraffes run across the road and elephants over in a pond and baboons running.
And since I just turned 32, I'm thinking about getting married, having a family, and that's very difficult to do on the road as a correspondent.
It's a big deal to bring your family on the road, you know? I'd love to do it sometime, but you have to work out schools and all that.
My theory has always been, if you take care of your business today, take care of the job you have at hand, whatever else comes down the road will be there for you.
But as far as being an American and loving this country and getting a chance to travel across it every day and meeting people on the road and folks in the military, I love this country on so many different levels.
Until the people, by amendment, change the constitution, I urge that the counties cooperate with one another, that future road work be more uniform, and done in such a way that it will result in connected and continuous highways.
I went to my room and packed a change of clothes, got my banjo, and started walking down the road. Soon I found myself on the open highway headed east.
