Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of ….

He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up in the day's agenda, and arrivi….

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others..

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was his journey to accept the strangeness of others. As a passerby, he was in….

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith..

It was not a life, if lived without love..

If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there. I've begun to think we sit far more than we'r….

After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges..

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself..

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are..

People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing ….

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings..

you could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way..

Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways..

There was no escaping what he had realized as he fought for warmth in the night. With or without him,the moon and the wind would go on, rising and fa….

... He went under the stars, and the tender light of the moon, when it hung like an eyelash and the tree trunks shone like bones. He walked through w….

I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. the only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a grea….

...People would make the decisions they wished to make and some of them would hurt both themselves and those who loved them, and some would pass unno….

I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?.

If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope..

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know wh….