- The strange thing about seeing someone for first time in nine years is the way they look totally different, just for a second, a split second, and then they look at you the way they always have, as if no time has passed between you. — Rainbow Rowell, Attachments
- I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night. — Sylvia Plath
- Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary. — Chuck Palahniuk
- If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.- Charles Bukowski, Factotum
- To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world. – Freya Stark
- When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. - William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
- Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart. - Haruki Murakami
- Мы возвращаемся из странствий. Но возвращаемся не мы. (с) Джангиров
- Жить где-нибудь в маленькой стране, на окраине Европы, в небольшом, причудливо устроенном жилище, говорить одинаково скверно, но бегло на десятке языков, писать изредка на русском, отшлифованном долгим молчанием до хрустального блеска, видеть циферблат часов трижды в неделю, не чаще, определять время года, выглядывая в окно, разбрасывать зонтики по кофейням, а неделю спустя собирать их, поневоле повторив давешний маршрут, поселить события в сновидениях, а наяву пусть не будет ничего или почти ничего — вот вам мой рецепт бессмертия. - (М.Фрай "Одна и та же книга")
- I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself- as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to define myself. - Haruki Murakami
- Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all. — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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