“Long, long journey through the darknessLong, long way to goBut what are miles across the oceanTo the heart that's coming home?”

“Each heart is a pilgrim,Each one wants to knowThe reason why the winds dieAnd where the stories go.Pilgrim, in your journeyYou may travel far,For pilgrim it's a long wayTo find out who you are...”

“To leave the thread of all timeAnd let it make a dark lineIn hopes that I can still findThe way back to the momentI took the turn and turned toBegin a new beginningStill looking for the answerI cannot find the finishIt's either this or that wayIt's one way or the otherIt should be one directionIt could be on reflectionThe turn I have just takenThe turn that I was makingI might be just beginningI might be near the end.”

“And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home.”

“An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time”

“It was awkward, revisiting a world you have never seen before: like coming home, after a long journey, to someone else’s house.”

“It was like coming home after you'd been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be.”