And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same.

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

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

If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.

There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything.

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

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 they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.