Do I wear a helmet? Ugh. I do when I'm riding through a precarious part of town, meaning Midtown traffic. But when I'm riding on secure protected lanes or on the paths that run along the Hudson or through Central Park - no, I don't wear the dreaded helmet then.
If you snort enough blow, any lane is a passing lane.
Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.
Life's not fair, is it? Some of us drink champagne in the fast lane, and some of us eat our sandwiches by the loose chippings on the A597.
Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.
Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Life is a highway - the enjoyment you get depends on the lane you choose.
Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.
I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.
This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.
I was a hip-hop head. When I really found my own lane in music, it was hip-hop. I wanted to make hip-hop music. And I did, I made a lot of hip-hop music.
I stay in my lane of assignment and do what I'm supposed to do in life.
Well now I'm no hero, that's understood. All the redemption I can offer girl, is beneath this dirty hood. With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real.
The Big Valbowski is a lot like a Hakeem Olajuwan, either he's taking the hook shot from the outside or driving down the lane on the inside, he always scores!
White Hart Lane was always a place where I felt I belonged.
Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry them a dream. I went to bitter lanes and dark, Who once had known the sky, To carry them a dream-and found They had more dreams than I.
I want us to be. . . what is your word? Friends. " "Psychotic rapists don't have friends. " "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapists or I would not have offered. " (Mac & V'lane)
And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.
Me and Kendrick [Lamar] have different types of music. He from a different coast; we ain't in the same lane.
As long as you do the best work that you can and not make it bland. . . because you're going down a lane that is trying to make everybody happy. You have to take an angle on these things.
