My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.

It is almost impossible to overemphasize the importance with which ancestry is held in the Middle East and North Africa.

On a harsh expedition, there's no space for anyone who does not intend to finish.

The rain of Madre de Dios is similar to that of the Amazon, but there is a petrifying aspect to it, as if it seeks to wound rather than to nurture.

Where does one go in a tremendous city like Calcutta to find insider information? I recalled India's golden rule: do the opposite of what would be normal anywhere else.

For me, a journey to Damascus is an amazing hunt from beginning to end, a slice through layers of history in search of treasure.

The forest did not tolerate frailty of body or mind. Show your weakness, and it would consume you without hesitation.