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

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.

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know what is.

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

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

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.

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.

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

you could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way.

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

On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.

Family is not a career. It’s why you have a career. If you can’t be there for the big moments, then why are you doing it?

Our opinions are what we'll be known for; our love is what we'll be remembered for

We're currently living with a generation of established novelists who are embarrassingly out of date with respect to social networking, internet skills, and so on.

According to Zen philosophy each human being has two minds, a finite mind and an infinite mind.

One of the most common mistakes people make in any conversation is to think about what they want to say next instead of actually listening to what the other person is saying.

Human rights groups are locked in a fierce competition for big checks from wealthy donors and they need to generate big headlines.

Poverty wants much; but avarice, everything.

I used to live an isolated existence, even in relationships, but now my family knows me for who I really am. Mostly, that's a good thing.