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

...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.

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

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.

People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.

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

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