Before I met David Bowie, I was very nervous. I thought, ‘Here comes the Thin White Duke, Ziggy Stardust. How will I ever communicate with him?’
In the Sixties, there were no guidebooks to Asia, at least none that suited young shoestring travelers. No one on the hippie highway carried a copy of Fodor’s ‘Islamic Asia.’ The route to spiritual enlightenment wasn’t revealed in the pages of the latest Baedeker. Intrepids were on a journey of spontaneity and reinvention.
Nature has never read the Declaration of Independence. It continues to make us unequal.
My favourite places on earth are the wild waterways where the forest opens its arms and a silver curve of river folds the traveller into its embrace.
One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.
Eight months after graduating from Ryerson, there I was in West Berlin working with Marlene Dietrich and David Bowie and Kim Novak.
Knowledge is the eye of desire and can become the pilot of the soul.
Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.
The family is the nucleus of civilization.
There is nothing in socialism that a little age or a little money will not cure.