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

Seattle is a liberal city, its politics not so much blue in the American, not the British, sense as deep ultramarine, and its manners are studiously polite.

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.

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

Seattle is this curious liberal island.

Over emphatic negatives always suggest that what is being denied may be what is really being asserted.