#trave

The difference between travel writing as fiction is the difference between recording what the eye sees and discovering what the imagination knows. Fiction is pure joy - how sad that I could not reinvent the trip as fiction. ↗

— Paul Theroux

#writing #imagination

...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery. ↗

— Peggy Kopman-Owens

#adventure #mystery #suspense #thriller #travel

88. People wonder why so many writers come to live in Paris. I’ve been living ten years in Paris and the answer seems simple to me: because it’s the best place to pick ideas. Just like Italy, Spain.. or Iran are the best places to pick saffron. If you want to pick opium poppies you go to Burma or South-East Asia. And if you want to pick novel ideas, you go to Paris. ↗

— Roman Payne

#burma #creativity #expatriate #expatriot #expats

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair. ↗

— Roman Payne

#choices #decisions #despair #hope #hope-and-despair

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#life #sky #travel #wishes #life

Life is a journey so everyone is a tourist ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#life

Traveling in other countries is especially fun because others often attribute your differences to the less-stigmatizing idea that you're like this only because you're a foreigner. ↗

— Michael John Carley

#life #travel #life

On that trip I learnt something very important. Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment I boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat-belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed." (The Beach) ↗

— Alex Garland

#travel #life

Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient... ↗

— Grace Lichtenstein

#life #motorcycle #travel #life

Running along the bank was a white rabbit wearing a waistcoat and looking worriedly at a clock. Appearing and disappearing at various points on both banks was a dark blue British police telephone booth, out of which a perplexed-looking man holding a screwdriver would periodically emerge. A group of dwarf bandits could be seen disappearing into a hole in the sky. "Time travelers," said Nobodaddy in a voice of gentle disgust. "They're everywhere these days. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#doctor #time-travel #life