The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.

You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.

One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible.

There is only one valid species of voyage, which is walk towards the men.

That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.