David Byrne Quotes

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.

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

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.

Hey sky, take off your hat, I'm on my way!

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.

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.

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.

I don't like to travel. Yet all my books seem to involve a journey.

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.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.

I am sort of an adventurer. I like to explore new places. I don't get to travel as often as I would like but I love it.

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

Besides, I'm a gypsy at heart and I like to travel around.

I've been travelling all my life.

I love to travel. This is the time for me. When will I do it if not now?

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.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

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.

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

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

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

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

I try to travel as much as I can... I'm always looking for a reason to.