A travel book is about someone who goes somewhere, travels on the ground, sees something and spends quite a lot of time — Paul Theroux
A travel book is about someone who goes somewhere, travels on the ground, sees something and spends quite a lot of time — Paul Theroux
A travel book is about someone who goes somewhere, travels on the ground, sees something and spends quite a lot of time — Paul Theroux
A travel book is about someone who goes somewhere, travels on the ground, sees something and spends quite a lot of time — Paul Theroux
A travel book is about someone who goes somewhere, travels on the ground, sees something and spends quite a lot of time — Paul Theroux
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A travel book is about someone who goes somewhere, travels on the ground, sees something and spends quite a lot of time doing it, and has a hard time, and then comes back and writes about it. It's not about inventing.

— Paul Theroux
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What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? — W.H. Davies, The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
I spit into the face of Time That has transfigured me. — W.B. Yeats, The Rose
These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen an — Mark Strand
Had we but world enough, and time — Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress
Did I live the spring I’d sought?It’s true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried — Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as l — W.H. Davies, The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
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Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run. — Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress