You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.
There are homes you run from, and homes you run to.
I travel a lot; I hate having my life disrupted by routine.
It was kind of solemn drifting down the big still river laying on our backs looking up at stars and we didn’t even feel like talking aloud.
Wandering reestablishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.
