To travel is to be alive, but to get somewhere is to be dead.

…I had always believed that I left a bit of me wherever I went. I also believed that I took a bit of every place with me. I never felt that more than with this...

A little crazy is good

I looked out again at the rising moon and I let the weight of my day, my week, lift away with the rushing wind as I was blown into the depths of myself.

I wore only black socks, because I had heard that white ones were the classic sign of the American tourist. Black ones though,- those’ll fool ’em. I supposed I hoped the European locals’ conversation would...

A hotel room all to myself is my idea of a good time.

Air travel reminds us who we are. It’s the means by which we recognize ourselves as modern. The process removes us from the world and sets us apart from each other. We wander in the...

In 2006 I had begun the discernment process for locating my rightful geographic home. By the time my corporate pink slip arrived I had spent two years researching and taking recon trips to five different...

For all the energy directed toward the stratagem of big city living, New Yorkers are never too distracted to respond to, and more often, proactively assist visitors. Tourists tracing the routes of subway maps with...

Some flowers need flames to find their way into this world.

Dobbiamo andare e non fermarci finché non siamo arrivati.- Dove andiamo?- Non lo so, ma dobbiamo andare.

Perhaps it’s true you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scene of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fateful decision; the places are what remain, are...

But nothing will persuade me that the mere fact of being in a place is enough in itself to justify the effort of getting out of bed to become a tourist, or even a traveller....

The most amazing travellers were to humble to write about it

The passion for travelling is, I believe, instinctive in some natures. We have seen men persevere in their enterprises against the most formidable obstacles; and, without means or friends, and even ignorant of the languages...

To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were,...

The open road. Seemingly my only friend for years upon end since leaving war. The road embraced me, let me breathe, and more importantly, did not judge me.

Maps are essential. Planning a journey without a map is like building a house without drawings.

Find your path in life and travel on it.

Keep traveling, even if you don’t know where the road will end.

There are map people whose joy is to lavish more attention on the sheets of colored paper than on the colored land rolling by. I have listened to accounts by such travelers in which every...

London was one of the worst places to have a bad day and one of the best places to have a good day

Travel is the only context in which some people ever look around. If we spent half the energy looking at our own neighborhoods, we’d probably learn twice as much.

Singapore is what your city could become if everyone obeyed the rules, did their jobs diligently, and just shut up. When your city gets to be this paragon of efficiency and discipline, would you still...

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

The travel wears you down, it really does. But they (the Lightning) had to travel far to get here, too, and they’re not used to the time difference. It all evens out.

In any age, there is no shortage of people willing to embark on a hazardous adventure. Columbus and Magellan filled eight ships between them for voyages into the void. One hundred and fifty years ago,...

Explore often. Only when you will know how small you are and how big the world is.

Hip-hop…has been the proverbial key that’s opened the door for me to roam this breathtaking planet.

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

After a day and a half or so the traveler will realize that crossing the continent by Interstate he gets to know the country about as well as a cable messenger knows the sea bottom.

Tokyo is a very safe city. At night it becomes quiet the way New York never does.

For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place.

To live is to travel, on a voyage more epic than the odysseys of myth – not from place to place, but through the poignant strangeness of time.

With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where...

I believe that Marrakech ought to be earned as a destination. The journey is the preparation for the experience. Reaching it too fast derides it, makes it a little less easy to understand.

They are the largest collection of freshwater lakes in the world. They border eight U.S. states and the Canadian Providence of Ontario and at time have supplied water to one-third of Canadians and one-seventh of...

The few times I said to myself anywhere: ‘Now that’s a nice spot for a permanent home,’ I would immediately hear in my mind the thunder of an avalanche carrying away the hundreds of far...

Growing maturity is marked by the increasing liberties we take with our travelling… we made the discovery (some people never make it) that real books can be taken on a journey and that hours of...

Instead of bringing back 1600 plants, we might return from our journeys with a collection of small unfêted but life-enhancing thoughts.

The ordinary traveler, who never goes off the beaten route and who on this beaten route is carried by others, without himself doing anything or risking anything, does not need to show much more initiative...

I travel for the great stories now ready tell, and those waiting to be told.

What an absurdity to go and bury oneself in South America, where they are always having revolutions.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.

Today..passes as yesterday, today is passing by… Tomorrow shall become today and that too shall pass!

You sell off the kingdom piece by piece and trade it for a horse that will take you anywhere.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

I pity snails, and all that carry their homes on their backs.

You can go everywhere, but in the end you run back into yourself.