One who was born by the ocean or has associated with it cannot ever be quite content away from it for very long

I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move.

You don't even know where I'm going.""I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere.

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans

If the other tire blew, there we were, on a wet and lonesome road, having no recourse except to burst into tears and wait for death. And perhaps some kind birds might cover us with leaves.

In long-range planning for a trip, I think there is a private conviction that it won’t happen. As the day approached, my warm bed and comfortable house grew increasingly desirable and my dear wife incalculably precious. To give these up for three months for the terrors of the uncomfortable and unknown seemed crazy. I didn’t want to go. Something had to happen to forbid my going, but it didn’t.

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey--a look of longing. "Lord! I wish I could go.

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey—a look of longing. “Lord! I wish I could go.”“Don’t you like it here?”“Sure. It’s all right, but I wish I could go.”“You don’t even know where I’m going.”“I don’t care. I’d like to go anywhere.