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

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.

Certain travelers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.

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

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

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.