That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.
Certain travelers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.
I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.
Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.
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.
There is only one valid species of voyage, which is walk towards the men.