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

Those who appreciate the ways of simple tribes, where every activity is direct and immediately understandable, are able to live among them.

Only when one is able to grasp wideness can one possess it.

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

I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.

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.

Shall we ever see the 10 million things of the universe simultaneously in order to be the all? I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.