Janet Frame Quotes

In the end, what I'm trying to say as a person who does all this travel and fashions these images is that you arrive at an approximate location but never one destination.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.

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.

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say

Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.

He traveled in order to come home.

Not all those who wander are lost.

'Gonzo' means taking an unknown thing to an unknown place for a known purpose. But sometimes we're lost in an unknown place for no known purpose.

I guess I can go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go.

I feel like I've always wanted to live in one place and stay in one place, but I always end up choosing things that make me travel.

People want to know where I'm going, and I just don't ever know.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.

Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.

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.

If travel is searching and home what's been found, I'm not stopping. I'm going hunting.

We travel because we do not know. We know that we do not know the best before we start. That is why we start. But we forget that we do not know the worst either. That is why we come back.

I don't know where we're going or how we'll get there, but when we get there we'll be there - and that's something, even if it's nothing.

When I travel, I feel more like a nomad than a tourist.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

Writing allows me the time to travel and see the world, which is what I always wanted to do. I'd really like to have been Sir Richard Francis Burton, but it's the wrong century.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

An aircraft cabin is a place that seems to be nowhere, but I find it steeped in the place left behind and the place ahead.