The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan....

The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore.

it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing.

It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles. It is the essence of the untrodden, untarnished earth herself!

The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls.

That is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible.

The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie about the places thou hast visited or the distances thou hast traversed.

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

the camels had strayed far in search of scarce grass. When collected, they displayed a fiendish ingenuity in throwing their loads and tangling themselves up in every possible strap.

There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy.

In a world where you are constantly asked to be 'committed, ' it is liberating to give yourself the license to be a dilettante. Commit to nothing. Try everything.

That awkward moment when you realize someone was actually home the whole time you were singing on the tops of your lungs.

After you have wept and grieved for your physical losses, cherish the functions and the life you have left.

Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too young—so have patience with it!

Be dangerous and unpredictable. And make a lot of noise.

I'm quite an opinionated person, but I'd never written a diary before. I quite like it!

Our planet doesn't seem to be the result of anything very special

Maybe we need a very small nuke thrown off on Foggy Bottom to shake things up like Newt Gingrich wants to do.

I used to just sign papers and not pay no attention to what I'm signing.

Grace renders us like God and a partaker of the divine nature.