For me, nature is something you watch on the Discovery Channel, or on the evening news -- as you learn how much more of it's been savaged to make way for the Blackberry realm that is my home
Believe, and what was impossible becomes possible what at first was hidden becomes visible.
As a travel writer I've specialized in gritty, fearful destinations, the kind of places that make a reader's hair stick on end.
A journey of observation must leave as much as possible to chance. Random movement is the best plan for maximum observation
You have no idea. when you're a salesman here in Marrakech medima, lying is the first thing you learn. generation after generation, they pass it on. its the secret ingredient the foundationfor a sales...
To Succeed, you must reach for the stars, and let your imagination find its own path
The very fact that a Frenchman was prepared, after tow minutes of conversation, to be so friendly towards anyone, especially one who had come from England, made me restless.
I felt sure we could gain the upper hand by putting ourselves in the mindset of the Incas.
Everyone knows that even the best exorcism has to be renewed once in a while.
We may yearn for rustic detail and old-world charm, but those who have it set their minds on vinyl wallpaper, fitted carpets and all mod cons.
We had the kind of conversations that only great friends can ever share. They were touched with magic.
Nothing was really so important to my father as the achievement of selflessness. He rarely mentioned it directly, but tried to guide us to it in a roundabout way.
My father never told us how the stories worked. He didn't reveal the layers, the nuggets of information, the fragments of truth and fantasy. He didn't need to -- because, given the right conditions, t...
In Morocco, said Osman, word spreads like a fire tearing through the depths of Hell.
I struggled to think pure thoughts, as Hector sucked out my psyche with his eyes.
He came to the conclusion that humans confused the content with the container.They would gorge themselves on great plates of inferior food, imagining it to be delicious because there was simply so muc...
For my father there was no sharper way to understand a country than by listening to its stories.
Close your senses and the imagination comes alive. It's inside us al, dulled by endless television reruns and by a society that reins in fantasy as something not to be trusted, something to be purged....
At the dealership, I pulled out the sieve and toyed with it threateningly. When the salesman was ready for me, I held it up, told him I was not a tourist and demanded a large discount.
What came next was a new experience for for both the fish and me