The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.

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

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.

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.

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

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

The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.