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.

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.

Camel trips, as I suspected all along, and as I was about to have confirmed, do not being or end: they mere change form.

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

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

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