Quotes About Journey

The cities of the interior are vast and do not lie on any map.

A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.

And if the road leads nowhere?' He shrugged. 'Turn your Nowhere into Somewhere.

Somewhere between the swamp and the mountains. Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the Devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse.

There was an ending - there always is - but the story went on past the ending - it always does.

I'm not against anyone fastening their life to an event of some significance and that way making themselves significant. God knows, we need what footholds we can find on the glass mountain of our existence. Trouble is, you climb and climb, and around middle age, you discover you have spent all the time in the same spot. You thought you were going to be somebody until you slip down into the nobody that you are. I'm telling you because I know.

I had lines inside me-a string of guiding lights. I had language.

Take two people. Slice lengthways. Boil with the lid on. Add a marriage, a past, another woman. Sugar to taste. Pass through a chance meeting. Lubricate sparingly. Serve on a bed of – or is it in a bed of –? Use fresh and top with raw emotion.

And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.

Getting older happens suddenly. It's like swimming out to sea and realising that the shore you're making for isn't the shore where you started out.

When the children of Israel left Egypt, they were guided by the pillar of cloud by day, and the pillar of fire by night. For them, this did not seem to be a problem. For me, it was an enormous problem. The pillar of cloud was a fog, perplexing and impossible. I didn't understand the ground rules. The daily world was a world of Strange Notions, without form, and therefore void. I comforted myself as best I could by always rearranging their version of the facts

Gertrude drives on. She says, 'Right or wrong, this is the road and we are on it

Los niños adoptados nos autoinventamos porque no tenemos otra salida; hay una ausencia, un vacío, un signo de interrogación justo al principio de nuestras vidas. Una parte crucial se ha ido, y de forma violenta, como una bomba en el útero materno.

And you and me in the car where we've always been, where we'll always be, this night, this road, even when we're gone and the road is gone and the city is gone but we'll be here because everything is imprinted forever with what it once was.

First there is the forest and inside the forest the clearing and inside the clearing the cabin and inside the cabin the mother and inside the mother the child and inside the child the mountain.

If you do wrestle with it and find the spring of its opening it will be a place to rest in all the days of your life.

and what is memory but a rope slung across time?

It's snowing. Here I am. Lost and Found.

When I was born I became the visible corner of a folded map.

If time is a river then we shall all meet death by water.

travelling the world and the seven seas

Cuando cayó la noche, vio la luz del faro del cabo de la Ira; solo hacía una semana que estaba encendida, pero estaba encendida, y supo que si se convertía a sí mismo en la historia de la luz, quizá se salvaría.

Be confident even in your mistakes. In Allah there is no wrong road. There is only the road you must travel.