“The wheels hummed lullabies on the liquorice road ...”
“...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...”
“I don’t agree. The morning fog makes the graveyard beautiful, soft and sad as a voice humming a lullaby, but I don’t tell her what I think. She’d call me a weirdo.- Raven Smith”
“All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.”
“Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.”
“Even when we turn around, there are no footprints behind us...Nor the road we came along, nor the tune we hummed...When we die,No-one will know it's happened”