Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

When the new becomes commonplace, people become accustomed to it. That's a tribute to our sense of adventure.

I've always liked telling stories. That probably came from my dad, who definitely had the gift of gab and who wove a kind of personal folklore about his youth - stories full of adventure and ghosts and wild antics.

My travel habit is usually to visit somewhere I have never been rather than develop a consistent relationship with a place.

Fuel prices are at the center of our lives. They affect our ability to travel, stay warm, and feed ourselves.