In the cramped confines of the toilet I had trouble getting out of my wet trousers, which clung to my legs like a drowning man. The new ones were quite complicated too in that they had more legs than a spider; either that or they didn't have enough legs to get mine into. The numbers failed to add up. Always there was one trouser leg too many or one of my legs was left over. From the outside it may have looked like a simple toilet, but once you were locked in here the most basic rules of arithmetic no longer held true.
Geoff Dyer
funny humor travel drugs humour
Have regrets. They are fuel. On the page they flare into desire.
writing
Have more than one idea on the go at any one time. If it's a choice between writing a book and doing nothing I will always choose the latter. It's only if I have an idea for two books that I choose one rather than the other. I Âalways have to feel that I'm bunking off from something.
writing choices procrastination ideas
We'd never seen anything as green as these rice paddies. It was not just the paddies themselves: the surrounding vegetation - foliage so dense the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose - was a rainbow coalition of one colour: green. There was an infinity of greens, rendered all the greener by splashes of red hibiscus and the herons floating past, so white and big it seemed as if sheets hung out to dry had suddenly taken wing. All other colours - even purple and black - were shades of green. Light and shade were degrees of green. Greenness, here, was less a colour than a colonising impulse. Everything was either already green - like a snake, bright as a blade of grass, sidling across the footpath - or in the process of becoming so. Statues of the Buddha were mossy, furred with green.
travel green jungle asia travel-writing
I was constantly surprised by how much people didn't know. That's one of the things about traveling, one of the things you learn: many people in the world, even educated ones, don't know much, and it doesn't actually matter at all.
people
Once you turn forty.. The whole world is water off a duck's back. Once you turn forty you realize that life is there to be wasted.
life
They made two thousand years ago seem like yesterday, and yesterday look like today, just as today would, in time, look like tomorrow.
thetimes time
Virility of one kind or another is so important if you are to feel like a man. You have to be able to perform stunts. You have to be able to show off in front of your woman, do things she urges you not to do because they look dangerous.
man
The best way to learn was by looking, to become articulate in the language of sight. The eye could learn to look after itself.
language
I felt I could no longer take the roller-coaster of emotions of travel, its surges of exaltation, its troughs of despondency, it's large stretches of boredom and inconvenience
travel emotions
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