The road now stretched across open country, and it occured to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“A silent road stretched before me, damp with rain and littered with cars. As I watched, pale figures began to slip through… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“The only thing here was a long gray ribbon of road, stretched like tape stuck by a toddler onto a rolling carpet… — Beth Harbison Copy Share Image
