“I love the view from the Dublin Mountains. Table Mountain, eat your heart out. The Bay of Naples, eat your heart out.”
“There is not that pressure to be Canadian in the same way that Americans have to be American.”
“A lot of people who visit go home, sell everything and move here to stay.”
“Tourism is part of the Master Plan; it has just got to be in a controlled way.”
“The Great Wall of China: a wonder and a curse.”
“We say ‘Ichi-go, ichi-e’ – one chance, one moment. Appreciate the moment.”
What makes a Vermeer is the special fall of light, the stillness of people – young women reading, sitting or standing, but always still – with the light coming from the left.
Then there’s the quiet of walking through deep snow, bone dry from the sub-zero temperature and with a negative silence that sucks in any sound.
Vast libraries of writings on bark were burnt by the Spanish priests, while as many as two million sacred images were destroyed as idolatrous.
We run aground in narrow channels, then skirt the edges of deep ponds, keeping a wary eye out as a pod of hippos bellow their anger at us.