“Tinha sido autorizada qualquer coisa a que eles chamavam Ocidente. Eu contemplava-a, pasmado, como um estrangeiro. No entanto, tinha a sensação de que o surto de individualismo não era exatamente aquilo. Ser ocidental equivalia a uma espécie de conformismo. Mesmo… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
“Há muito que os comissários do gulag se tinham aposentado, com medalhas e pensões. Nem um único comparecera perante a justiça. A Rússia voltara as costas ao passado. Como podia eu entender? Desde o Holocausto, o meu mundo fizera da… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
“Tinha sido autorizada qualquer coisa a que eles chamavam Ocidente. Eu contemplava-a, pasmado, como um estrangeiro. No entanto, tinha a sensação de que o… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, you feel yourself weightless, thinned. You draw back the curtains (if there are any) on a rectangle of wasteland at dawn, and realise… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
The attributes you need to be a travel writer are somewhat contradictory. For travel you need to be tough and resilient and to write… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
“Há muito que os comissários do gulag se tinham aposentado, com medalhas e pensões. Nem um único comparecera perante a justiça. A Rússia voltara… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and here ...… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
“I had a heady dream of loving her, as if she were an actress on a stage of my own making; and as the… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
Once, at the dreaming dawn of history -- before the world was categorized and regulated by mortal minds, before solid boundaries formed between the… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
“As the track bends north-east, the ethereal sandstone disappears. The slopes turn black with granite, and the mountain's lower ridges break into unstable spikes… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
A nation is bound not only by the real past, but the stories it tells itself: by what it remembers, and what it forgets. — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
“Just as the roads at Moscow's heart flow out in concentric ripples from the Kremlin, so this tension too seems to radiate from those… — Colin Thubron Copy Share Image
