In an underdeveloped country don't drink the water. In a developed country don't breathe the air.

Travel. It was an intransitive verb. It didn't involve any destinations. It was going to the going's sake, to be anywhere but where you were, with motion itself as the only object.

In an underdeveloped country don't drink the water. In a developed country don't breathe the air.

Spells of acute loneliness are an essential part of travel. Loneliness makes things happen.

Trouble defies the law of gravity. It's easier to pick up than to drop.

At night, what you see is a city, because all you see is lights. By day, it doesn't look like a city at all. The trees out-number the houses. And that's completely typical of Seattle. You can't quite tell: is it a city, is it a suburb, is the forest growing back?

I ain't sleeping. I'm just taking a good look at the insides of my eyelids.