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

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

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.

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 arriving punctually at their destination, that the land beyond the car had been no more than a wash of one green, and a backdrop of one hill. Life was very different when you walked through it.

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.

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 a place where everything, not only the land, was open. People would feel free to talk, and he was free to listen. To carry a little of them as he went.