words of thought

"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be"

when do you trust in the fairytale or learn to let it go?

Travel

"But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses."

Bill Bryson, Neither here nor There