So travel for me is an act of discovery and of responsibility as well a grand adventure and a constant liberation.

You rebel against your parents until you become them. One day you look in the mirror and you see your father's face.

Travel, for me, is a little bit like being in love, because suddenly all your senses are at the setting marked “on.

You can see exile as loss, and then it will be a loss for you. You can treat it as opportunity and then all kinds of benefits accrue.

Writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.

None of the things in life - like love or faith - was arrived at by thinking; indeed, one could almost define the things that mattered as the ones that came as suddenly as thunder.

The central paradox of the machines that have made our lives so much brighter, quicker, longer and healthier is that they cannot teach us how to make the best use of them; the information revolution came without an instruction manual.