“He knows not where he's going,For the ocean will decide,Its not the destination,It's the glory of the ride”
“It’s not the destination it’s the glory of the ride.”
“It's not the beginning or the destination that counts. It's the ride in between.”
“Now that I know where this life is going, it's time to decide how I'll get there.”
“That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a little too wild for you, so there's this tension between what you can do and what the horse decides it's going to do.”
“He who does not know how to look back at where he came from will never get to his destination.”