‘All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, bee keepers, sword swallowers … all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home. It’s hard to describe what i felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in a driving snow. You don’t even know you’re walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs and the drifts … your shouts disappearing into the wind … How small you can feel..How far away home can be…’
(Robin Williams – ‘Patch Adams’)
