My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there.

Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, 'I would stay and love you, but I have to go this is my station.

I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators of trees.

A solitary traveler can sleep from state to state, from day to night, from day to day, in the long womb of its controlled interior. It is the cradle that never stops rocking after the lullaby is over. It is the biggest sleeping tablet in the world, and no one need ever swallow the pill, for it swallows them.