That is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible.

The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls.

The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie about the places thou hast visited or the distances thou hast traversed.

The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore.

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing.

There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy.