Without purpose, we're zombies aimlessly roaming the earth.

One foot in front of the other, more aimless than direct, Bradford left the waiting room for the outside world. Called for a taxi and then dialed Munroe again, desperate for her voice, for one ray of light in the darkness, afraid of what he might say if she did answer, afraid of himself and the inner deadening that pointed to a danger far more lethal than any rage he'd felt.

A goal ensures progress. But one gets much further without a goal.

One who gossips usually carries boredom in one hand and bitterness in the other.

There is no sweeter pleasure than wandering aimlessly about.