One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.

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.

It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.

We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.

The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.

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

I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.