But It’s Only By Having Some Distance

Writing Is, In The End, That Oddest Of Anomalies: An Intimate Letter To A Stranger.

Finding A Sanctuary, A Place Apart From Time, Is Not So Different From Finding A Faith.

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves; And We Travel, Next To Find Ourselves.

The Australians, It Seems To Me, Thrive On Their Remoteness From The World And See It As A Way Of Keeping Up A Code Of "no Worries, Mate," While Peddling Their Oddities To Visitors: Nonconformity Is At Once A Fact Of Life For Many, And A Selling Point.

Everyone Is A Wordsworth In Certain Moods, And Every Traveler Seeks Out Places That Every Traveler Has Missed.