The More Ways We Have To Connect,

In Our Appetite For Gossip, We Tend To Gobble Down Everything Before Us, Only To Find, Too Late, That It Is Our Ideals We Have Consumed, And We Have Not Been Enlarged By The Feasts But Only Diminished.

In An Age Of Acceleration, Nothing Can Be More Exhilarating Than Going Slow.

All Good Trips Are, Like Love, About Being Carried Out Of Yourself And Deposited In The Midst Of Terror And Wonder.

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

And It’s Only By Going Nowhere - By Sitting Still Or Letting My Mind Relax - That I Find That The Thoughts That Come To Me Unbidden Are Far Fresher And More Imaginative Than The Ones I Consciously Seek Out.