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I know it's not strictly sex that accounts for my straying the motive usually attributed to men. I think it's just too tempting to have two lives rather than one. Some people think that too much travel begets infidelity: Separation and opportunity test the bonds of love. I think it's more likely that people who hate to make choices to settle on one thing or another are attracted to travel. Travel doesn't beget a double life. The appeal of the double life begets travel. ↗
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What is it about the American obsession with productivity and responsibility that makes it so difficult for us to allow ourselves a little time to solve the puzzle of our own lives, before it’s too late? ↗
My restlessness makes me a far better day-to-day traveler than he will ever be. I am infinitely curious and almost infinitely patient with mishaps, discomforts, and minor disasters. So I can go anywhere on the planet—that’s not a problem. The problem is that I just can’t live anywhere on the planet. ↗
You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be. ↗
I have a terrible wanderthirst; the very sight of a map makes me want to put on my hat and take an umbrella and start. I shall see before I die the palms and temples of the South. ↗
We threw ourselves at that wild river every day and most days it tossed us all harmlessly skyward like well-loved children. After a while that does something to you. ↗
Да се чувстваш нужен. Въпреки всичко. Да бързаш занякъде, да носиш нещо, да вярваш, че те чакат, че без тебе не могат, че се взират в далечината идеш ли. Да изненадаш света с някакво откритие. Но аз нищо не носех освен едно опетнено име. Никой не ме чакаше, никой не гледаше жадно към пътя, да се задам, не броеше минутите. Скоростта, с която летях, се превърна в сух, безплоден вятър. Скорост, скорост към нищото,опустошителна като суховей. Целият ти досегашен живот пробягва мълнийно пред очите ти. Искаш да се вкопчиш в нещо, да се задържиш на ръба на пропастта. Не е възможно да бъдеш излишен на тоя свят. И последният човек е нужен някъде, някому, за нещо. ↗
