If I didn't have writing, I'd be running down the street hurling grenades in people's faces.

What someone doesn't want you to publish is journalism; all else is publicity.

If the guidebook used to be critical, today it seems largely a celebratory adjunct to the publicity operations of hotels, resorts, and even countries.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one's youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveller learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

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

I find nothing more depressing than optimism.

If I didn't have writing, I'd be running down the street hurling grenades in people's faces.