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

I hate hats! Hats just give you really bad hair! I had a hat sometimes. Frankly, you get burnt so much anyway, it's beside the point. And when you're walking into the western sun, no hat in the world is going to save your face and neck from being sizzled.

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.

The two things I did learn were that you are as powerful and strong as you allow yourself to be, and that the most difficult part of any endeavor is taking the first step, making the first decision.

It is better to proceed with one's duty in the service of others than wallow in the pain attachments bring

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

The most difficult part of any endeavour is taking the first step, making the first decision.