We were driven off like rats in five minutes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
And we turned off and 30 miles south they're standing in the middle of our road blocking our way, stopped the car, got out, took us through the path in the woods, where the craft was on the ground.
We spent most of our life almost like street rats just running around the street until we were ten years old.
We wanted to slow down. But one would let us.
When we started off it was all nervous energy and we probably played everything twice as fast as we do now.
I've had time off, and it drove me nuts. I was crawling up the wall.
I wouldn't mind the rat race - if the rats would lose once in a while.
You still think we can go out there, and we can all run the mile in four minutes, you know, your mind still thinks that, but then you go out and actually try to do it, it's kind of scary.
We must not let ourselves get driven off course, no matter what happens we must stick to our natural game.
The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.
I wasn't driven. I just really loved what I did.