“It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.”

“I lack the imagination. For that reason I have to pack, stuff into my pockets odds and ends, passport, money, and go see what it's really like. Whenever the time of year or the weather changes, I have to pack up whatever I can't do without and visit all those places I've been before, to make sure they still exist”

“I realise people exist who don't read. But it's like I knew there were people who didn't breathe or eat: I can't imagine a life like that.”

“It's me. I chose this. I chose all of this — this rock has been waiting for me my entire life. I’ve been moving towards it my whole life.”

“There are certain moments in life of open-minded people...which really make them hard not to believe in the existence of heaven.”

“My whole life has conspired to bring me to this place, and I can’t despise my whole life.”