Quotes About Travel

Over the last fifteen months we've traveled to every corner of the United States. I've now been to fifty-seven states. I think, one left to go.

That one trip gave me a glimpse of the dizzying freedom of the open road, how vast America was, and how full of wonder.

Like a tourist, I watched the range of human possibility on display, trying to trace out my future in the lives of the people I saw, looking for some opening through which I could reenter.

The people on board the ship would believe that they had left Cherbourg yesterday, that where they were at the moment in the middle of the ocean was today and New York was several days ahead." "I see what you mean," the Duke said slowly. "For you and me high up in the sky, it would all be happening at the same moment.

The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

But still, I'd be darned if I was going to be one of those Americans who stomp around Italy barking commands in ever-louder English. I was going to be one of those Americans who traversed Italy with my forehead knit in concentration, divining wordsw from their Latin roots and answering by wedging French cognates into Italian pronunciations spliced onto a standard Spanish verb conjugation.

Pay attention to your dreams; when you go on a trip, in your dreams you will still be home. Then after you've come home you'll dream of where you were. It's a kind of jet lag of the consciousness.

Take one trip overland here and you'll know forever that a road in the jungle is a sweet, flat, impossible dream.

I think most people are the same. Until they've gone somewhere.

But a spontaneous traveler inevitably will end up with the tummy gauge suddenly on empty, in some place where cuisine is not really the point: a museum cafeteria, or late-night snack bar across from the concert hall. Eating establishments where cuisine isn't the point—is that a strange notion?

because it takes your sleeping self years to catch up to where you really are. Pay attention to your dreams: when you go on a trip, in your dreams you will still be home. Then after you've come home you'll dream of where you were. It's a kind of jet lag of the consciousness.

I went on foot because I still had feet to carry me.

I had a window seat, and in a Greyhound you're up high. You pass through the land like some rajah on an elephant looking down on your kingdom.

My first question: Is Knoxville near the ocean. Answer: Wrong direction.

Five days and the train has passed through many underworlds.

That's where

enjoyed both places. But it's nice

I made my circuitous way to the hotel and checked in.

In any new country we want panoramas.

Hitchhiking around Canada with a buddy after my senior year of college was the closest thing to an adventure I'd ever had, and given the cheerful, helpful nature of most Canadians, it wasn't much of an adventure.

Lisbon Taxi,' a woman said, 'where the mileage is always smileage. How may we help you today?

Go slow past the Drawers, gunslinger. Watch for the taheen. While you travel with the boy, the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

Let me close with a word of caution: when you're on the turnpikes and freeways of America, watch out for those Winnebagos and Bounders. You never know who might be inside. Or what.