Alex Garland Quotes

For years I drove cross-country, back and forth a dozen times, sometimes on book tour, sometimes just to get lost and found.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.

The story of 'Highway' is completely about travel. It is about the fascination of travel to an extent that I don't want to even reach the destination and also being away from society gives you a certain view of the society, so that was the intention of the film.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

I haven't found anywhere in the world where I want to be all the time. The best of my life is the moving. I look forward to going.

Since I was 19, I've always gone where there was a reason to be. Maybe I'll be lucky and there'll be a reason to go somewhere tropical for a while.

The journey is my home.

I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.

I really like to just jump in a truck with your backpack and just drive and go somewhere.

I went to Paris, I went to France, I went to England, I went to Ireland. In my mind, I can go wherever I wanted to go. I left death row every day.

There's something attractive about making people temporarily forget their actual age by taking them out of their normal lives so completely. Doesn't travel, by its very nature, strive to do this?

The open road still softly calls.

The old hunger for voyages fed at his heart....To go alone...into strange cities; to meet strange people and to pass again before they could know him; to wander, like his own legend, across the earth--it seemed to him there could be no better thing than that.

The great home of the soul is the open road.

The pleasure of leaving home, care-free, with no concern but to enjoy, has also as a pendant the pleasure of coming back to the old hearthstone, the home to which, however traveled, the heart still fondly turns, ignoring the burden of its anxieties and cares.

Travel. It was an intransitive verb. It didn't involve any destinations. It was going to the going's sake, to be anywhere but where you were, with motion itself as the only object.

Getting on the road and driving along a road at night, or even in the daytime and seeing the oceans or whatever, is always liberating.

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.

We're on a road to nowhere, come on inside. Takin' that ride to nowhere, we'll take that ride. I'm feelin' okay this mornin', and you know, we're on the road to paradise, here we go, here we go.

The greatest justification for travel is not self-improvement but rather performing a vanishing act, disappearing without a trace.

Followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled rind of the world, o seekers, o finders of reasons to be up and be gone.

To travel like a bird, lightly to view: Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand,: Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land;: To escape time, always to start anew...: Hooded by a dark sense of destination...: Travelers, we're fabric of the road we go; We settle, but like feathers on time's flow.

I want to get away, I want to fly away. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Travelling carries me to the surface, away from the deeps of home-thoughts.