Some of us just don't want to be famous ... anonymity cannot be bought for any price, once you have lost it.

Some of us just don't want to be famous ... anonymity cannot be bought for any price, once you have lost it.

I just don't see myself as a travel writer. I can't. I don't.

I believe when you’re stuck in one spot for too long it’s best to throw a grenade where you stand, and jump…and pray.

I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there's no going back.

By now I was utterly deprogrammed. I walked along naked usually, clothes being not only putrid but unnecessary. My skin had been baked a deep terra-cotta brown and was the constituency of harness leather. The sun no longer penetrated it. I retained my hat.

To be free one needs constant and unrelenting vigilance over one's weaknesses. A vigilance which requires a moral energy most of us are incapable of manufacturing. We relax back into the moulds of habit. They are secure, they bind us and keep us contained at the expense of freedom. To break the moulds, to be heedless of the seductions of security is an impossible struggle, but one of the few that count. To be free is to learn, to test yourself constantly, to gamble.