Willie Morris Quotes

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.

Let your memory be your travel bag.

I love writing about people on the road.

I've been able to carve out spaces for myself. At Sundance, I'm in the mountains - my property is private. I get on a horse and ride for three, four hours. Sometimes five. I get lost. But when I'm in, I'm in.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

I think a lot of nice things happen when you're driving, or when you're on a plane, or whatever. There's a certain freedom that comes along with motion.

That's what I liked about hitch-hiking. If a crowd wasn't big enough, I kept walkin.'

You can't separate the people from the places - although I sometimes like traveling in places where there are no people.

When you are alone and too tired even to turn on any of your devices, you let yourself linger in a past stacked among your pillows.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8, I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later.

A lot of times as an actor you watch a film it's like thumbing through a photo book from your past. It's people you haven't seen in a while, there are people that have passed away, and there are people you owe phone calls to.

I'd love to go to a remote part of the world or maroon myself on a tropical island, and shoot the whole thing myself. I've always adventured with other people and I'd like to spend some time completely on my own.

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.

Wherever it's good, whatever strange, faraway land, let's go there, let's stay in that place alone.

I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.

Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!

Memory is the basis of every journey.

Memory is the happiness of being alone.

He who travels much has this advantage over others – that the things he remembers soon become remote, so that in a short time they acquire the vague and poetical quality which is only given to other things by time. He who has not traveled at all has this disadvantage – that all his memories are of things present somewhere, since the places with which all his memories are concerned are present.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.

It's all still there in heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days and years to come.