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

Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.

Anyone telling about his travels must be a liar, . . . for if a traveler doesn't visit his narrative with the spirit and techniques of fiction, no one will want to hear it.

The worst thing about war was the sitting around and wondering what you were doing morally.

Travel at its truest is thus an ironic experience.

The balls used in top class games are generally smaller than those used in others.

Exploration belongs to the Renaissance, travel to the bourgeois age, tourism to our proletarian moment.The explorer seeks theundiscovered, the traveler that which has been discovered by the mind working in history,the tourist that which has been discovered by entrepreneurship and prepared for him by the arts of mass publicity.If the explorer moves toward the risks of the formless and the unknown, the tourist moves toward the security of pure cliché. It is between these two poles that the traveler mediates.