Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
It's my life. Don't you understand? IT'S MY LIFE!
