“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.”

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

“Harold hatte einen Anfang gemacht, und damit kam schon das Ende in Sicht.”

“... He went under the stars, and the tender light of the moon, when it hung like an eyelash and the tree trunks shone like bones. He walked through wind and weather, and beneath sun-bleached skies. It seemed to Harold that he had been waiting all his life to walk. He no longer knew how far he had come, but only that he was going forward. The pale Cotswold stone became the red brick of Warwickshire, and the land flattened into middle England. Harold reached his hand to his mouth to brush away a fly, and felt a beard growing in thick tufts. Queenie would live. He knew it.”

“There was no escaping what he had realized as he fought for warmth in the night. With or without him,the moon and the wind would go on, rising and falling. The land would keep stretching ahead until it hit the sea. People would keep dying. It made no difference if Harold walked, or trembled, or stayed at home.”

“Es kam Harold seltsam, aber unvermeidlich vor, dass Touristen an religioesen Staetten Souvenirschnickschnack kaufen, sie wissen eben sonst nicht, was sie dort tun sollen.”

“Sein Schmerz habe ihn dazu gebracht, sagte sie; der Schmerz koenne Menschen zu den merkwuerdigsten Dingen treiben. Ihrer Meinung nach war Harold auf Selbstzerstoerung aus.”