I'm constantly running across people who have never heard of books I think they should read.

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.

There are probably more annoying things than being hectored about African development by a wealthy Irish rock star in a cowboy hat, but I can't think of one at the moment.

I don't think that it's possible to have a truly rewarding experience in travel if it's simple.

Bogotá seemed a cruel towering place, like an eagles' nest now inhabited by vultures and their dying prey.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

One of the pleasures of reading is seeing this alteration on the pages, and the way, by reading it, you have made the book yours.