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

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

Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways.

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

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.

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