Luxury is the enemy of observation, a costly indulgence that induces such a good feeling that you notice nothing. Luxury spoils and infantilizes you and prevents you from knowing the world.

Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.

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

It might be said that a great unstated reason for travel is to find places that exemplify where one has been happiest. Looking for idealised versions of home-indeed, looking for the perfect memory.

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

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

I think I understand passion. Love is something else.