The Vacation

people are like the tide. Some come into your life and bring things you’ll only need for a short time, and others will bring things you’ll carry forever. But some are just destined to disappear beneath the waves.

Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we ought to be. Unhappily we make the task exceedingly difficult for ourselves.’ – Aldous Huxley

there was a fine line between being a tourist and being a traveller.

What we are never changes, Tommy, it read, but who we are never stops changing. Remember me better than I am. Jake.

fate determines who enters your life; your actions decide who stays.

How long do you stay in each place? It depends. I travel by three rules - never outstay your welcome; always leave them wanting more; disappear when no one's looking.

I see it like this - people are like the tide. Some come into your life and bring things you'll only need for a short time, and others will bring things you'll carry forever. But some are just destined to disappear beneath the waves.

Louder!’ he repeated, specks of saliva landing on her cheek. ‘Say it louder!

Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we ought to be. Unhappily we make the task exceedingly difficult for ourselves

was accustomed to his own company.

I have more bags than a Prada catalog under my eyes.

only when you allow the warmth of new experiences to fill your heart will you truly realize how precious a gem your life is.

And only when you allow the warmth of new experiences to fill your heart will you truly realize how precious a gem your life is.

Recently, she had begun allowing herself to imagine what it must feel like to live for the moment - to wake up and not have your day mapped out in front of you; to go where you pleased; to meet new people from all walks of life and to absorb sights most people only witness in TV documentaries.

looking up at the stars. They were like diamonds

Oh this place is just delightful,’ replied Eric, making no attempt to disguise his disdain. ‘A bedroom that reeks of stale feet, people falling through ceilings, and German techno music deafening me. What more could I ask for?

them heard the bone pop. Neither the noise nor the pain in Tommy’s fist stopped him from raining more blows on Jake’s head as his adversary attempted to shield himself with his forearms. Jake refused to retaliate and staggered backwards into the railings while Tommy continued on autopilot, unleashing every drop of wrath and ferocity his body possessed until he was close to empty. There they remained,

In change we find purpose.