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?

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

...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 unnoticed, while others would bring joy.

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

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

It was not a life, if lived without love.

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