I could leave — because I could return. I could return — because I knew adventure lay just beyond an open door. Instead of either/or, I discovered a whole world of and.

That kind of letting go is the most wonderful feeling in the world

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

I felt free and therefore I was free.

I walk away from him. It's enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It's like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.

What enormous potential for intermittent happiness the world offered.

It's a liberation to know that an act of spontaneous courage is yet possible in this world. An act that has something of unconditional beauty.

Everything came easy to me in life. I could always shake off difficulties, like water on a duck's wings.

A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.

It is incredible to think about the places freedom can take you.

I saw the world as vast and magical with so many cultures and people. It opened me up and made me very adaptable to change. It also meant that I was not afraid to be in strange places, to experience and to learn.

J’ai été étonné du plaisir qu’on éprouve en faisant le bien.

I used to think that one of the great signs of security was the ability to just walk away.