My father used to tell me that stories offer the listener a chance to escape but, more importantly, he said, they provide people with a chance to maximize their minds. Suspend ordinary constraints, allow the imagination to be freed, and we are charged with the capability of heighetned thought. Learn to use your eyes as if they are your ears, he said, and you become connected with the ancient heritage of man, a dream world for the waking mind.
Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood. With such a book the impact isn't necessarily obvious at first...but the more you read it and re-read it, and live with it, and travel with it, the more it speaks to you, and the more you realize that you cannot live without that book. It's then that the wisdom hidden inside, the seed, is passed on.
The quest for a lost city erodes your body, damaging you beyond all reason. But it is your mind that bears the heaviest toll. Listen to the doubters, the worriers and the weak, and the vaguest hope of success evaporates.
Previous journeys in search of treasure have taught me that a zigzag strategy is the best way to get ahead.
I felt sure we could gain the upper hand by putting ourselves in the mindset of the Incas.
Time spent in India has a extraordinary effect on one. It acts as a barrier that makes the rest of the world seem unreal.
Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.
The inertia of a jungle village is a dangerous thing. Before you know it your whole life has slipped by and you are still waiting there.