It doesn't require much thought for one to realise that any travel book worthy of the name has to be a departure from the standard idea of the form.

Have regrets. They are fuel. On the page they flare into desire.

The ideal is to feel at home anywhere, everywhere.

One's happiness is very largely a question of state of mind rather than the world you are looking at.

Nine times out of 10, the most charming thing to say in any given situation will be the exact opposite of what one really feels.

To be interested in something is to be involved in what is essentially a stressful relationship with that thing, to suffer anxiety on its behalf.

All the best essays are epistemological journeys from ignorance or curiosity to knowledge.

Life is bearable even when it's unbearable: that is what's so terrible, that is the unbearable thing about it.

Quite often, ambition operates on a level of irritation. Not even jealousy, just irritation.

When you are lonely, writing can keep you company. It is also a form of self-compensation, a way of making up for things—as opposed to making things up—that did not quite happen.

If you help them (the crew) create good memories, they'll forget all the bad stuff

Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?

God gives strength to the weak.

Frankly, I'm getting a lot of great publicity.

It would be naive of me to suggest that with Russia committed militarily, as it is, to supporting what in many cases are barbarous tactics by the Assad regime to crush the opposition.

I'm only interested in poetry.

I'll leave here with my head held high and with confidence that history will judge my time here.

What prudent merchant will hazard his fortunes in any new branch of commerce when he knows not that his plans may be rendered unlawful before they can be executed?

The rationalist mind has always had its doubts about Venice. The watery city receives a dry inspection, as though it were a myth for the credulous- poets and honeymooners.

A father is a fellow who has replaced the currency in his wallet with snapshots of his kids.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.