Venice is a cheek-by-jowl, back-of-the-hand, under-the-counter, higgledy-piggledy, anecdotal city, and she is rich in piquant wrinkled things, like an assortment of bric-a-brac in the house of a wayward connoisseur, or parasites on an oyster-shell. — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
Kashmir has always been more than a mere place. It has the quality of an experience, or a state of mind, or perhaps an… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
To me gender is not physical at all, but is altogether insubstantial. It is soul, perhaps, it is talent, it is taste, it is… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
“There are people everywhere who form a Fourth World, or a diaspora of their own. They are the lordly ones! They come in all… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
I’ve become obsessed with the idea of reconciliation, particularly reconciliation with nature but with people too, of course. I think that travel has been… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
“Certainly Delhi is unimaginably antique, and age is a metaphysic, I suppose. Illustrations of mortality are inescapable there, and do give the place a… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
“I accept the idea of helping men, and of being cherished by them. I’ve always had that feeling. If I could have my life… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in its very existence. — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
“Few conversations, at any time of life, are more stimulating, more spontaneous and more genuinely original than those long ridiculous talks we all have,… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
“In a Kenya game park once I saw a family of wart-hogs waddling ungainly and in a tremendous hurry across the grass. Contemptuous though… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
Movement was the essence of Manhattan. It had always been so, and now its sense of flow, energy, openness, elasticity as Charles Dickens had… — Jan Morris Copy Share Image
