“Of course there is such thing as a second chance,” went on Domenica, “We may waste our first trip to Italy, but that doesn’t mean that we need waste our second.”
You know more of a road by having travelled it then by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.
I suppose the only real reason for traveling is to learn that all people are the same.
Nothing excited me more than opening up the atlas and seeing places and seas, imagining what they looked like and what kind of life the people had.
Elwood Blues: It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Jake Blues: Hit it!
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.
In travelling we visit names as well as places.
Charlotte: Let’s never come here again because it will never be as much fun.
The more that you read,
The more things you will know.
The more that you learn,
The more places you’ll go.
Raoul Duke: But our trip was different. It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit. And we are chock full of that, man.
I didn’t notice I was being set upon by a pickpocket, which I am glad of, because I like to work only with professionals.