Literally, When You Wake Up At 9

Travel, In The Superficial Sense At Least, Is A Good Cure For Loneliness. When You Travel, Especially In The Third World, You Quickly Find That You Get More Friends Than You Know What To Do With.

For If Every True Love Affair Can Feel Like A Journey To A Foreign Country, Where You Can’t Quite Speak The Language, And You Don’t Know Where You’re Going, And You’re Pulled Ever Deeper Into The Inviting Darkness, Every Trip To A Foreign Country Can Be A Love Affair, Where You’re Left Puzzling Over Who You Are And Whom You’ve Fallen In Love With.

Writing Is, In The End, That Oddest Of Anomalies: An Intimate Letter To A Stranger.

Yes, We Know More Than Ever Before, And It's A Wonder That We Get To Inhabit A World Full Of Driverless Cars And 3d Printers. But That Doesn't Mean That We Know Any More About The Essential Things In Life - Love, Faith, Death - And It Would Be Dangerous To Assume We Did. The Only Thing That Gets Us Through Sometimes Is A Proper, Humbled Sense That We Don't Have A Clue, We Can't Be Sure What's Going To Happen Next And Life Will Always Be Much Larger Than Our Ideas Of It.

Home Is Essentially A Set Of Values You Carry Around With You And, Like A Turtle Or A Snail Or Whatever, Home Has To Be Something That Is Part Of You And Can Be Equally A Part Of You Wherever You Are. I Think That Not Having A Home Is A Good Inducement To Creating A Metaphysical Home And To Being Able To See It In More Invisible Ways.