There is nothing like a train journey for reflection.

I believe that Marrakech ought to be earned as a destination. The journey is the preparation for the experience. Reaching it too fast derides it, makes it a little less easy to understand.

My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.

For my father there was no sharper way to understand a country than by listening to its stories.

Believe, and what was impossible becomes possible what at first was hidden becomes visible.

There can be few situations more fearful than breaking down in darkness on the highway leading to Casablanca. I have rarely felt quite so vulnerable or alone.

To Succeed, you must reach for the stars, and let your imagination find its own path

We had the kind of conversations that only great friends can ever share. They were touched with magic.

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.

The ants are bad" The Bear"the ants?"Tahir"Do not be fooled. They look very small, so harm you don't think of then at all. Then years. Then one day you wake up, and your home has fallen down." Osman.

Stories are a communal currency of humanity.

Dare to learn. Dare to think. Dare to be irrational.

Refrain from being selfish to others, instead make some friend and stand up with dignity.

He thought of his wife, of his son, of his youth. He thought of life. He thought of death and then he thought of life again.

Throughout the years I have set up my own rules about eating food: Never eat anything you can't pronounce. Beware of food that is described as, "Some Americans say it tastes like chicken.

It may sound ambitious, but I really hope that modern design will spread all around the globe.

And I do believe that the way to change a society, to uplift people - not just their spirit, but to uplift their society and economic base - is through education.

I drink because I'm thirsty.

The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.

Nothing as mundane as mere evidence can be allowed to threaten a vision so deeply satisfying.