Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.
— Margaret Atwood (Cat’s Eye)
When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.
— D.H. Lawrence
Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.