Every Second, Ten Stars Set Behind The

Whereas The Tourist Generally Hurries Back Home At The End Of A Few Weeks Or Months, The Traveler Belonging No More To One Place Than To The Next, Moves Slowly Over Periods Of Years, From One Part Of The Earth To Another. Indeed, He Would Have Found It Difficult To Tell, Among The Many Places He Had Lived, Precisely Where It Was He Had Felt Most At Home.

[a]nother Important Difference Between Tourist And Traveler Is That The Former Accepts His Own Civilization Without Question; Not So The Traveler, Who Compares It With The Others, And Rejects Those Elements He Finds Not To His Liking.

Fiction Should Always Steer Clear Of Political Considerations.

How Many More Times Will You Watch The Full Moon Rise? Perhaps Twenty. And Yet It All Seems Limitless.

There Is A Way To Master Silence Control Its Curves, Inhabit Its Dark Corners And Listen To The Hiss Of Time Outside