There's an enduring American compulsion to be on the side of the angels. Expediency alone has never been an adequate American reason… — Jonathan Raban Action Copy Share Image
Life, as the most ancient of all metaphors insists, is a journey; and the travel book, in its deceptive simulation of the… — Jonathan Raban Ancient Copy Share Image
The trouble with ghostwriting is that it raises the issue of whether the president is in a state of diminished responsibility for… — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
To the newcomer who has not learned its language, a large city is a chaos of details, a vast Woolworths store of… — Jonathan Raban Chaos Copy Share Image
In the city one clings to nostalgic and unreal signs of community, takes forced refuge in codes, badges and coteries; the city's… — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
Dreams From My Father' reveals more about Obama than is usually known about political leaders until after they're dead. Perhaps more than… — Jonathan Raban Audience Copy Share Image
Travel. It was an intransitive verb. It didn't involve any destinations. It was going to the going's sake, to be anywhere but… — Jonathan Raban Destination Copy Share Image
The Falklands held a mirror up to our own islands, and it reflected, in brilliantly sharp focus, all our injured belittlement, our… — Jonathan Raban Falklands Copy Share Image
The only real river I knew was hardly more than a brook. It spilled through a tumbledown mill at the bottom of… — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
Seattle is a liberal city, its politics not so much blue (in the American, not the British, sense) as deep ultramarine, and… — Jonathan Raban Blue Copy Share Image
The only book by a modern president that bears serious comparison with Obama's 'Dreams From My Father' is Jimmy Carter's short campaign… — Jonathan Raban Autobiography Copy Share Image
It always seems to me odd to call a place a wilderness when every wilderness area in the US bristles with rules… — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
I've taught the better class of tourist both to see and not to see; to lift their eyes above and beyond the… — Jonathan Raban Above and beyond Copy Share Image
Seattle was built out on pilings over the sea, and at high tide the whole city seemed to come afloat like a… — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
At night, what you see is a city, because all you see is lights. By day, it doesn't look like a city… — Jonathan Raban Cities Copy Share Image
When I want an opinion, I'll get it from my peers - from men of vision, like our great railroad builders... Stanford,… — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
We need more urgently than architectural utopias, ingenious traffic disposal systems, or ecological programmes to comprehend the nature of citizenship,… — Jonathan Raban Architecture Copy Share Image
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