“His legs withered. His stomach stretched taut as a drum. His skin erupted in watery pustules: whichever way he turned was agony. Phosphorescent centipedes crawled over him at night; and the vultures spattered him with ammoniac droppings, shuffling for position… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
And when you look along the way we've come, there are spirals of vultures wheeling. — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
And the formation of man is the most pressing problem facing humanity. — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
A Sufi manual, the Kashf-al-Mahjub, says that, towards the end of his journey, the dervish becomes the Way not the wayfarer, i.e. a place… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“One year, he went to Paris for the week-end: but that completely upset his equilibrium.” — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
It's an old sailor's idea that every ship has a rope with one end made fast to her bows and the other held by… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“ Fino a quando, Signore, fino a quando? ... "Finché non siano devastate le città...". I Profeti confidavano in un Giorno della Restaurazione, in… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
“The real home of man is not his house but the road. Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot.” — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
'I will go to France, to Yugoslavia, to China, and continue my profession.' 'As sanitary engineer?' 'No, Monsieur. As adventurer. I will see all… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
