"Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went."
~John Updike~ more.
“Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.”
~Elizabeth Berg, The Year of Pleasures~ more.
"We traveled down U.S. 17, south from Jacksonville, North Carolina, through the Holly Shelter Swamp to Wilmington, where the hospital was." more.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
~Marcel Proust~ more.