I think some of the best modern writing comes now from travellers.

The trouble with travelling back later on is that you can never repeat the same experience.

I am restless. I don't mind leaving this comfortable, static life. I could live a year on my own in a remote village.

Despite having seen a fair amount of the world, I still love travelling - I just have an insatiable curiosity and like looking out of a window.

I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.

As I work in the afternoon on committing to paper some of my morning's thoughts, I find myself just about to close on the knotty question of whether or not I believe in God. In fact I am about to type, 'I do not believe in God', when the sky goes black as ink, there is a thunderclap and a huge crash of thunder and a downpour of epic proportions. I never do complete the sentence.

I am very cautious of people who are absolutely right, especially when they are vehemently so.