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 falling. The land would keep stretching ahead until it hit the sea. People would keep dying. It made no difference if Harold walked, or trembled, or stayed at home.

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

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're supposed to." He smiled. "Why else would we have feet?

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

It was not a life, if lived without love.

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

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 what is.