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.

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.

The biggest surprise was that a country like Angola, that has so much money, that produces so much oil, would be in such a mess and so difficult to travel in. Something is almost cursed in striking oil. It's like the lottery winner who ends up broke.

The greatest justification for travel is not self-improvement but rather performing a vanishing act, disappearing without a trace.

There's always a way if you're not in a hurry.

travel [is] flight and pursuit in equal parts.

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