A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think youcontrol it.

There was no desire in him for a state or condition, no picture in his mind of the thing to be when he had followed his longing; but only a burning and a will overpowering to journey outward and outward after the earliest risen star.

People don’t take trips—trips take people.

What I am mourning is perhaps not worth saving, but I regret its loss nevertheless.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased. I remember a man in Salinas who in his middle years traveled to Honolulu and back, and that journey continued for the rest of his life. We could watch him in his rocking chair on his front porch, his eyes squinted, half-closed, endlessly traveling to Honolulu.

Curious how a place unvisited can take such hold on the mind so that the very name sets up a ringing.

My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.

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