All Good Trips Are, Like Love, About

For More And More Of Us, Home Has Really Less To Do With A Piece Of Soil Than, You Could Say, With A Piece Of Soul. If Somebody Suddenly Asks Me, "where's Your Home?" I Think About My Sweetheart Or My Closest Friends Or The Songs That Travel With Me Wherever I Happen To Be.

In Terms Of Technology And Science, Tomorrow Does Know More Than Yesterday; But When It Comes To Emotions, Living With Uncertainty, Terror, I'm Not Sure We Know Any More Than Shakespeare Did, Or The Buddha. And The Power Of New Things - The Iphone Or Facebook - Is So Strong And Intoxicating That We Sometimes Forget That None Of Them Can Fundamentally Change Our Relation To Ourselves And To What Matters.

Travel Spins Us Round In Two Ways At Once: It Shows Us The Sights And Values And Issues That We Might Ordinarily Ignore; But It Also, And More Deeply, Shows Us All The Parts Of Ourselves That Might Otherwise Grow Rusty.

Writing Should ... Be As Spontaneous And Urgent As A Letter To A Lover, Or A Message To A Friend Who Has Just Lost A Parent ... And Writing Is, In The End, That Oddest Of Anomalies: An Intimate Letter To A Stranger

So Travel For Me Is An Act Of Discovery And Of Responsibility As Well A Grand Adventure And A Constant Liberation.