“The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.” ― G.K. Chesterton

 “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’”

— From Jack Keroauc's On the Road (1957)