“On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.”
“I thought it best, finally, to start seeing where I've been rather than where I'm going.”
“You and I are walking in the snow. "Why are you walking backwards?" I ask. You point in the direction we came from. "So they'll think that's where I'm going." You point to where we're going. "And that's where I'm from.”
“I don't care where I'm from. Nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.”
“No,' she says, as if the suggestion is ridiculous. 'I wouldn't go back to where I'm from. I'd go someplace I've never been.”
“One of these days I'm going to put my body where my mind is.”