"I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like."
— Hermann Hesse

"The best teachers have showed me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly--we only think it does. The motion of drawing back a bow and sending an arrow straight into a target takes only a split second, but it is a skill many years in the making. So it is with a life, anyone's life. I may list things that might be described as my accomplishments in these few pages, but they are only shadows of the larger truth, fragments separated from the whole cycle of becoming. And if I can tell an old-time story now about a man who is walking about, waudjoset ndatlokugan, a forest lodge man, alesakamigwi udlagwedewugan, it is because I spent many years walking about myself, listening to voices that came not just from the people but from animals and trees and stones."
— Joseph Bruchac

"I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side."
— Roman Payne (Rooftop Soliloquy)

"Maybe it was Roumiya's beauty that drove me away, her silent beauty, her eyes that seemed to be looking through everythig and draining it of all meaning."
— Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio

"She carried the burn of the sun on her body. It was for all of those wasted, dull years."
— Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio

"I had never felt like that before, as if there were a sort of curse, a merciless force in the light that shone on a world where life is borken and lost, where each new day takes something from the day that precedes it, where suffering is inmovable..."
— Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio

"...cold, still, lookin a little uncomfortable in death as if they weren't quite used to it yet."
— Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio

"Now I know that without mirrors we are different, we're not really the same...Maybe they had noticed us looking worriedly at other people's faces, as if we wee trying to see in them what we had become"
— Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio

"Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable."
— Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)

"Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable."
— Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)