I've often wished when I started a book I knew what was going to happen. I talked to writers who write 80-page outlines, and I'm just in awe of that.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
When I was a kid, I had this idea that I would have a beard when I got older. I thought it'd be nice to rub my chin.