You go away for a long time and return a different person - you never come all the way back.

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 amount of hassle involved in travel can be overwhelming.

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

I always found myself in the company of Australians, who were like a reminder that I'd touched bottom.

Extensive traveling induces a feeling of encapsulation, and travel, so broadening at first, contracts the mind.

When you travel you realize how small you are. You need to be humble. You can't be a big, brash American. You think you have problems. You leave the States and you see people have bigger problems than you, much worse problems than you. They have nothing to eat, they have no water, they have no shelter, they have a terrible government. So you realize we complain about the government, we complain about food, whatever it is, and go somewhere else and you think, "Now I realize," you say, "Why people want to come to America."