December 2010
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The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.
– Saint Augustine
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You woke up alone, walked to the train door, and felt the cold air hit your...
– Nicolette Bethea, in her post on Pictory
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The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory...
– Milan Kundera
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We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves.
– Pico Iyer in an essay about why we travel
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