There's no use running if you're on the wrong road.
Philly ain't a good environment for you when you headed in a different direction. Bad things happen left and right. You might walk up the street, make a wrong turn, and your whole life could flip.
There's a terrible sense of dread filtering across America at the moment and it's not simply because of the continuing fear of terrorism and the fact that the nation is at war. It's more frightening than that. It grows out of the suspicion that we all may be passengers in a vehicle that has made a radically wrong turn and is barreling along a dark road, with its headlights off and with someone behind the wheel who may not know how to drive.
And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, is a step in the right direction.
The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else but their infinitely expandable nature) of his taste for the infinite; only, it is a taste that often takes a wrong turn.
Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down the road and someday, you do not now when, you will make a wrong tun. At the end of the road, when you're least expecting it, he (or indeed she) will be there.
When you have writers who recognize they're making a wrong turn and correct it, I knew I was in good hands.
I never make stupid mistakes. Only very, very clever ones.
The reason why I moved from Young Thug to Jeffery was because I felt like I did a wrong turn.
You make choices every day and almost every hour that keep you walking in the light or moving away toward darkness.
