Even if you time travel your past, it can't be changed, likewise you can't possibly change your future, it is always the present which matters.
It may interest for you to know that most Canadians in 2036 are some of the most efficient, ruthless and dangerous people I know. God help Quebec.
Love always requires courage and involves risk.
Be as intellectual as you like about it, but India is brilliantly mad. And if you want to love it, you have to hate it first.
What is it about maps? I could look at them all day, earnestly studying the names of towns and villages I have never heard of and will never visit...
As my father always used to tell me, 'You see, son, there's always someone in the world worse off than you.' And I always used to think, 'So?
I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends.
But nothing compared to the reality of the magnificent Light Storm of 2015, nothing, that is, except the almond shaped emerald eyes of his passenger.
She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.
I feel like I should love them right away. But how do you do that? You can't make yourself love someone, can you?
Every one is expected to look out for himself here. I fancy that there would be very little rising if men were expected to rise for the sake of others, in America.
As a traveler, I've often found that the more a culture differs from my own, the more I am struck by its essential humanity.
Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other than just getting older.
Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.
You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.
I don't know what to say to this Clare who is old and young and different from other girls, who knows that different might be hard.
We come to a house and walk down the small walkway to its backyard. In the yard there are two screens and a slide projector. People are seated in lawn chairs, watching slides of trees.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.
We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
