I hate vacations. I hate them. I have no fun on them. I get nothing done. People sit and relax, but I don't want to relax. I want to see something.

I think that love isn't what you think it is when you're in your twenties or even thirties.

The conversation, like many others I had with people on trains, derived an easy candour from the shared journey, the comfort of the dining car, and the certain knowledge that neither of us would see each other again.

It is almost axiomatic that the worst trains take you through magical places.

Loneliness in travel directs you and tells you about yourself. You don't become lonely unless you're alone.

Travel is an attitude, a state of mind. It is not residence, it is motion.

There has to be a measure of difficulty or problem-solving in travel for it to be worthwhile.