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

When I went to Hong Kong, I knew at once I wanted to write a story set there.

All travel is circular. I had been jerked through Asia, making a parabola on one of the planet's hemispheres. After all, the grand tour is just the inspired man's way of heading home.

I don't want to be the honored guest. I want to be the invisible person.

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

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.

And that is all anyone can do, try to be honest about what he feels, what he's seen or thinks he's seen.