Anything is possible on a train: a great meal, a binge, a visit from card players, an intrigue, a good night’s sleep, and strangers’ monologues framed like Russian short stories.

…nicht nur in der Zeit sind wir ausgebreitet. Auch im Raum erstrecken wir uns weit über das hinaus, was sichtbar ist. Wir lassen etwas von uns zurück, wenn wir einen Ort verlassen, wir bleiben dort,...

Travel agencies are already organizing charter planes to go over.

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and...

And guess what? I have to admit.. I kinda start liking it here.

Even if you time travel your past, it can’t be changed, likewise you can’t possibly change your future, it is always the present which matters.

Travel Moulds A Man,People Mould His Wisdom And Experiences Mould His LIFE…!

Every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down.

I’ve always preferred the city at night. I believe that San Judas, or any city, belongs to the people who sleep there. Or maybe they don’t sleep – some don’t – but they live there....

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

will I ever get over the pull I feel to both of these places?

Screw the shops; I want a duty-free office.

The fastest way to travel is to be there already.