American dreams are strongest in the hearts of those who have seen America only in their dreams.

Suffering is a privilege. It moves us toward thinking of essential things and shakes us out of complacency. Calamity cracks you open, moves you to change your ways.

Home is not just the place where you happen to be born. Its the place where you become yourself.

In a world full of shifting borders, everything is happening all at once in every possible direction.

Lonely Places, then are the places that are not on international wavelengths, do not know how to carry themselves, are lost when it comes to visitors. They are shy, defensive, curious places; places that do not know how they are supposed to behave.

The beauty of being foreign is that it snaps you awake.

We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves.