I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.

I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends.

I travel for the great stories now ready tell, and those waiting to be told.

It's through traveling you make the great journey into yourself, and it's the clarity of extremes in traveling that forces you to meet yourself like you've never met yourself before.

Why travel? To be changed, and to be changed again and again.

I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.

Sometimes I travel just to be overwhelmed – for it’s good every now and then to be overwhelmed.

I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don’t.

I travel because life is short, and I will not wait for fear of death or sanctuary to become a prison of my own making.