Molly

“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

“He went back to his solitary wanderings. Believing any set of four walls to be a tomb or a trap, he preferred to float over the most barren of open spaces.”
― Bruce Chatwin, The Viceroy of Ouidah

“The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot”
― Werner Herzog

“A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.”
― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire