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I understand what is the beauty of traveling alone: no one can tell you what your feeling of bliss is groundless.

Grand laxative for human consciousness called the feeling of traveling.

- Sheldon, well, how can I go with penny.
- I'm afraid it's not, you know? [pulled out a folder]
- Not our "roommate agreement"!
- That our "roommate agreement", please pay special attention to the amendment "On friendship" in application "In" the "future Commitment" No. 37 "if one of your friends are invited to visit the large hadron Collider, currently under construction in Switzerland, he is obliged to invite a neighbor to accompany him".
- God Almighty!
Do you guys really brought it into the agreement?
- Yes, and we also wrote what to do if one of us gets a MacArthur Foundation award, or one will gain superpowers, or one of us is bitten by a zombie.
- He has no right to kill me, even if I will.
- Well, there's something there in case one of you gets a girlfriend?
- No, we didn't think that was possible.

- Okay, take care of it! With this suitcase connected a lot of memories.
- What memories? Any trip...
- About all the trips we never went...

Offer unexpected travel is dancing lessons from God.

PASSENGERS, large, similar to the nomes being. Many people spend a lot of time traveling from one place to another, which is quite strange, because where they are going, usually an overabundance of people.

Is it fair to blame the traveller that he is spending a lot of time on the road when overcoming the way is the subject of his travels?

While traveling, it is important not to forget the main thing - when I finish one thing, something else begins.

The idea is not to stay safe.
And not even to travel over the world, okay?
You'll still want more in Berlin.
You'll still be sad in Paris.

The road, like all roads, thought for them, before they manage to step on it.

The most pleasant time of travel - fees. Dog barking worse than the dog. And the woman is often more beautiful from the back. My kind can destroy your dreams.

... wandered through the streets, looking around not the eyes of a tourist, who looks for what are supposed to admire, and not the eyes of a writer who is looking for her everywhere (and maybe in the colours of the sunset to find a beautiful phrase or in the counter person to guess the character), and the eyes of the tramp, for which, whatever happens, all makes complete sense.

The journey of death always happens fast.

- 450 miles to Denver. Gasoline is running out, and no money.
- Columbus set sail, not knowing if the wind.