The Wise Traveler Learns Not To Repeat

Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.

"those Who Fought Know A Secret About Themselves, And It Is Not Very Nice." ... They Have Experienced Secretly And Privately Their Natural Human Impulse Toward Sadism And Brutality... Not Merely Did I Learn To Kill With A Noose Of Piano Wire Put Around Somebody's Neck From Behind, But I Learned To Enjoy The Prospect Of Killing That Way.

Irony Is The Attendant Of Hope And The Fuel Of Hope Is Innocence.

If The Guidebook Used To Be Critical, Today It Seems Largely A Celebratory Adjunct To The Publicity Operations Of Hotels, Resorts, And Even Countries.

If I Didn't Have Writing, I'd Be Running Down The Street Hurling Grenades In People's Faces.