Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.

I have a penchant for fresh notebooks and mechanical pencils. It seems every time I go to the store, I buy a new notebook. I have dozens of them just sitting around.

Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.

We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288

Suffering ceases to be suffering when we form a clear picture of it.