I live in Santa Fe, New Mexico. And I travel a tremendous amount. I'm in New York and California a lot, but then also I like faraway places a lot.
I never cared about whatever tragic event happened in China. It's faraway decoration, even if in blood and plague.
I've always loved the old epics that tell a simple emotional story, whether it's the tumultuous relationship between Rhett and Scarlett or Lawrence of Arabia's passion to get lost in a faraway place.
People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.
I have spent most of my life studying the lives of other peoples - faraway peoples - so that Americans might better understand themselves.
Wherever it's good, whatever strange, faraway land, let's go there, let's stay in that place alone.
I'm very involved in photographing America now, so I don't think of faraway places, as I did when I was young.
It's guilty of the very thing that makes kids hate history as a subject when it's taught badly: The Da Vinci Code makes the past feel like a dull, grainy, faraway thing, instead of something vibrant and alive.
Well, it's a problem in general with the American military. If you are the biggest and the strongest military power in the world, you have this natural reluctance to learn the quirky ways of the natives in faraway lands.
Someday the sun is going to shine down on me in some faraway place.
People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.
People come up to us and ask how we knew so much about their own family. . . I'm talking about people from faraway places, too. I get people from Turkey and Chile coming up to me and saying I wrote about their family.
The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn't really in the whistle—it is in you.
Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.
You should not see the desert simply as some faraway place of little rain. There are many forms of thirst.
Why does nothing change, even when you set out for a faraway place?
The first victims of poseur environmentalism will always be developing countries. In order for you to put biofuel in your Prius and feel good about yourself for no reason, real actual people in faraway places have to starve to death.
I believe in a set of values I cannot live by. I set high goals for myself, I seek perfection, dream of exotic faraway places. But ultimately, what I long for isn't far away at all. It's in my own backyard. Imperfection charms me, familiar things move me. . . a celebration of what we have, instead of what we long for. That for me, is glamor.
A photograph is both a pseudo-presence and a token of absence. Like a wood fire in a room, photographs-especially those of people, of distant landscapes and faraway cities, of the vanished past-are incitements to reverie. The sense of the unattainable that can be evoked by photographs feeds directly into the erotic feelings of those for whom desirability is enhanced by distance.
