We haven't had enough Russian playmates, colleagues or neighbours to experience, to feel, that they love their children too.

The most difficult thing when traveling with a purpose is to keep the spirits up when leaving what called for more.

To be a traveling writer has a lot in common with fishing. And when men go fishing, they are up all night to get lucky.

My life tells me that we solo venturers that set out to find our self, in the end, most desire to be found by another.

It was the most moving sound I had heard from an instrument, and I felt its sadness the moment he touched the strings.

I symphasise with the folks of old who attributed natural forces to supernatural gods with dark desires.

Sometimes, others change the way we look at ourselves, alter what we see in the mirror and transform how we think of that image.

There were no news of Mehmet's deeds, only of mine. But his family saw him for the hero he was. I believe God saw it, too.

Predictability is not what make up great stories. It is a sacrifice for a life rich in adventures, and one I make gladly.

It took a man from the other side of the world for me to finally feel familiar, and to realise how much I had missed that.

In this land, the destinations are the goals, not the journey. The good news are that the destinations are truly special.

When he picked up the guitar and sang his voice rang as true as his soul. There was no better sound to rock me to sleep.

I am grateful the gift of direction, a gift that is perishable and fragile, that needs protection and one I do not take for granted.

The beauty and the brutality, the wonders and the weirdness leave deep impressions.

There is destruction and deep wounds visible in the earth, making it feel alive.

I supposed it said more about how men of the culture show pain: they don't.

I knew that there are some out there who reads, but hearing it meant a world of difference against loneliness, my biggest adversary.

A deep kind of knowing that has no proof, and doesn't need any. But how do I measure it? Or more importantly, should I?

It was a joy to see him so unfiltered, with an undying love to a place that has seen so much hate.

There was curious caring with a touch of worry. How can a grown man know so little about his place in the world?

Where there is goodwill, curiosity, initiative and drive, people find ways to make beauty together.

Onwards means homebound, and so in times of loneliness, the bicycle and the road are the ways out of it.

From the cute center, to the lush paradise above the dam, to the epic mountains of the east and back into town for one more game.

I gave him my word that I would return to him. And If I give my word, I aim to keep it, or die trying.