Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.

And the ideal travel writer is consumed not just with a will to know. He is also moved by a powerful will to teach.

Understanding the past requires pretending that you don't know the present.

The simple is carefully shunned by those who labour to seem what they would be.

Travel sharpens the senses. Abroad one feels, sees and hears things in an abnormal way.

Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles.

If truth is the main casualty in war, ambiguity is another.