It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
I never worry about being driven to drink; I just worry about being driven home.
—W. C. Fields
Walking isn't a lost art: one must, by some means, get to the garage.
Traffic signals in New York are just rough guidelines.
I live on a one-way street that's also a dead end. I'm not sure how I got there.