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.

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

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

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

It was not a life, if lived without love.

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

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 being human.