No yesterdays on the road.

Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.

For me, writing is not a search for explanations but a ramble in quest of what informs a place, a hunt for equivalents.

Life doesn't happen along interstates. It's against the law.

Adventure is putting one's ignorance into motion.

I can't say, over the miles, that I had learned what I had wanted to know because I hadn't known what I wanted to know. But I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.