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

And it’s only by going nowhere - by sitting still or letting my mind relax - that I find that the thoughts that come to me unbidden are far fresher and more imaginative than the ones I consciously seek out.

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

We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate.

For more and more of us, home has less to do with a piece of soil than a piece of soul.

I like California because it still has the glamour and romanticism and exoticism of a very foreign place. It was the place that when I was young, I was raised on "I Love Lucy" and listening to the Grateful Dead and reading Jack Kerouac. They, to me, were all symbols of this very foreign sense of promise and movement. After all this time here I'm glad I still have it.

I do think it’s only by stopping movement that you can see where to go. And it’s only by stepping out of your life and the world that you can see what you most deeply care about… and find a home.