Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.
With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected.
Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.
Life doesn't happen along interstates. It's against the law.
At the beginning we learn to travel, then we travel to learn.
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.