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

As Thoreau famously sead, it doesn't matter where or how far you go - the farther commonly the worse - the important thing is how alive you are. Writing of every kind is a way to wake oneself up and keep as alive as when one has just fallen in love.

To this day, at my relatively advanced age, I still don't have a place I can really call home. I've never bought property. I just move between temporary base camps. I know that the very notion of home, of having a family or community, is a hard one for me to embrace.

Movement is a fantastic privilege but it ultimately only has meaning if you have a home to go back to.

We may be joined these days more by the questions we have in common than by the answers we share.

The more internationalism there is in the world, the more nationalism there will always be, as people feel scared of the Other streaming into their neighbourhood and don't always know where to lay their foundations in a world on the move.

The open road is the school of doubt in which man learns faith in man.