“Second—I’d take much better care of myself.There were simple things I could do. I could start with my poor feet. These little two feet carried me each day for miles and miles, steady and flexed, tired and aching from constant daily pounding, bruised scratched and sometimes rubbed red-raw, my weight pressing and pressing them. I decided now that each night in my tent I’d massage them. I would knead them with lotion because they always ached, and at the end of thirty-mile days they burned—and it would be luxurious—something I could have done the entire way because I had been carrying sun lotion but had never taken the ten sacred minutes to do for myself.”

“The small word, “No.” I’d see its deity.”

“I wanted him to look at me like maybe I was magic.”

“All I could think as he was speaking was that, if he touched me at all, all the miles I’d walked, the pain I’d felt, the beauty I’d drunken like milk, like good wine making me happy, the four million steps I’d taken, would all add up to nothing. They’d be stolen.”

“Chinese proverb says that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. This journey had begun with the coercion of my body, with my own wild hope.”

“Each year, Gracie Henderson moons a thousand strangers, collects their shocked faces in an annual photo album.”

“But the truth was stranger than an aimless road, it always was.”

“When I felt strongly I would say it strongly.”

“I felt unready to hold myself responsible for the decision if I slept with him”

“I was going to mean what I said, to be direct and firm.I found my moleskin notebook and on the page behind the pages addressed to Never-Never and my family—two unsent letters—I wrote: I am the director of my life.”

“After twelve years of trying, I just decided to stop missing.”