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

And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them

The good Lord in his ultimate wisdom gave us three things to make life bearable: hope, jokes, and dogs, but the greatest of these was dogs.

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.

The 70s were a wonderful time to be young. I think most young people at that time were pushing the boundaries, asking all sorts of questions of society, of life and of themselves. They were very politicised. It was part of the air that we breathed.

I believe that the subconscious always knows what is best. It is our conditional, vastly overrated rational mind which screws everything up.

Real travel would be to see the world, for even an instant, with another's eyes