I just don't see myself as a travel writer. I can't. I don't.

The two things I did learn were that you are as powerful and strong as you allow yourself to be, and that the most difficult part of any endeavor is taking the first step, making the first decision.

The good Lord in his ultimate wisdom gave us three things to make life bearable: hope, jokes, and dogs, but the greatest of these was dogs.

And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them

I believe when you’re stuck in one spot for too long it’s best to throw a grenade where you stand, and jump…and pray.

When there is no one to remind you what society's rules are, and there is nothing to keep you linked to that society, you had better be prepared for some startling changes.

I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there's no going back.

I believe that the subconscious always knows what is best. It is our conditional, vastly overrated rational mind which screws everything up.

Some of us just don't want to be famous ... anonymity cannot be bought for any price, once you have lost it.

Real travel would be to see the world, for even an instant, with another's eyes

The most difficult part of any endeavour is taking the first step, making the first decision.

We cling to the comfortable rather than step out into the possible.

The productivity of a work group seems to depend on how the group members see their own goals in relation to the goals of the organization.

We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.

Work was like a stick. It had two ends. When you worked for the knowing you gave them quality; when you worked for a fool you simply gave him eyewash.

Creativity is great-but not in accounting.

If you wake up in the morning with a great sense of the things that have to be done in the day in order to get through to the next day, you lose the sense of the day as any kind of end in itself.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

Though the wisdom or virtue of one can very rarely make many happy, the folly or vice of one man often make many miserable.

People love coming on television, even if they have to show their miseries.