“Then at the top of the hill, the road forks.Which just figures."You gotta be kidding." I say.One part of the road goes left, the other goes right.(Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)”
“I don't know of any wrong road to Dictionopolis, so if this road goes to Dictionopolis at all it must be the right road, and if it doesn't it must be the right road to somewhere else, because there are no wrong roads to anywhere. Do you think it will rain?”
“This feels like a critical fork in my road-success lies to the left, moral integrity to the right; are they ever on the same road?”
“You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others...”
“The road goes ever on and on”
“The road to Easy Street goes through the sewer.”