The Beauty Of Being Foreign Is That

In An Age Of Speed, I Began To Think Nothing Could Be More Exhilarating Than Going Slow. In An Age Of Distraction, Nothing Can Feel More Luxurious Than Paying Attention. And In An Age Of Constant Movement, Nothing Is More Urgent Than Sitting Still.

For Me The First Great Joy Of Traveling Is Simply The Luxury Of Leaving All My Beliefs And Certainties At Home, And Seeing Everything I Thought I Knew In A Different Light, And From A Crooked Angle.

I Take Very Seriously The Sense Of Our Living These Days In A Global Neighborhood. And The First Sensible Thing To Do In Such Circumstances, As Well As One Of The Most Rewarding Things, Is To Go And Meet The Neighbors, Find Out Who They Are, And What They Think And Feel. So Travel For Me Is An Act Of Discovery And Of Responsibility As Well A Grand Adventure And A Constant Liberation.

Technology, In Short, Cannot Teach Me How To Do Without Technology.

What More Could One Ask Of A Companion? To Be Forever New And Yet Forever Steady, To Be Strange And Familiar All At Once, With Enough Change To Quicken My Mind, Enough Steadiness To Give Sanctuary To My Heart. The Books On My Shelf Never Asked To Come Together And They Would Not Trust Or Want To Listen To One Another. But Each Is A Piece Of A Stained-glass Whole, Without Which I Wouldn’t Make Sense To Myself Or To The World Outside.