“Sometimes, you feel yourself weightless, thinned. You draw back the curtains (if there are any) on a rectangle of wasteland at dawn, and realise that you are cast adrift from everything that gave you identity. Thousands of miles from anyone… — Colin Thubron Copy Share
“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 that you are cast adrift from everything that gave you identity. Thousands of miles from anyone who knows you, you have the illusion that your past is lighter, scarcely yours at all. Even your ties of… — Colin Thubron Copy Share
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 as costas ao passado. Como podia eu entender? Desde o Holocausto, o meu mundo fizera da memória um dever. A Rússia, tal como a China, optara pelo esquecimento. Era assim que as pessoas sobreviviam, dizia o… — Colin Thubron Copy Share
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
