Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.

The hotel was once where things coalesced, where you could meet both townspeople and travelers. Not so in a motel. No matter how you build it, the motel remains the haunt of the quick and dirty, where the only locals are Chamber of Commerce boys every fourth Thursday. Who ever heard the returning traveler exclaim over one of the great motels of the world he stayed in? Motels can be big, but never grand.

There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.

Spirit can go anywhere. In fact, it has to go places so it can change and emerge like in the migrations. That's the whole idea.

Other than to amuse himself, why should a man pretend to know where he's going or understand what he sees?

Adventure is putting one's ignorance into motion.

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.