By the time I had finished my coffee and returned to the streets, the rain had temporarily abated, but the streets were full of vast puddles where the drains where unable to cope with the volume of water.
BILL BRYSONThere is something about the momentum of travel that makes you want to just keep moving, to never stop.
More Bill Bryson Quotes
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Des Moines is like your typical American city; it’s just these concentric circles of malls, built outward from the city.
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Life just wants to be; but it doesn’t want to be much.
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And before long there will be no more milk in bottles delivered to the doorstep or sleepy rural pubs, and the countryside will be mostly shopping centers and theme parks.
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Every dog on the face of the earth wants me dead.
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I can wear a baseball cap; I am entitled to wear a baseball cap. I am genetically pre-disposed to wear a baseball cap, whereas most English people look wrong in a baseball cap.
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You are going to have a day without even the tiniest of pleasures; you are going to drive across Ohio.
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The best that can be said for Norwegian television is that it gives you the sensation of a coma without the worry and inconvenience.
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Not one of your pertinent ancestors was squashed, devoured, drowned, starved, stranded, stuck fast, untimely wounded, or otherwise deflected from its life’s quest of delivering a tiny charge of genetic material to the right partner at the right moment.
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It sometimes occurs to me that the British have more heritage than isgood for them.
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I see litter as part of a long continuum of anti-social behaviour.
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I have a small tattered clipping that I sometimes carry with meand pull out for purposes of privateamusement. It’s a weather forecast from theWestern Daily Mail and it says, in toto: ‘Outlook: Dry and warm, but cooler with some rain.
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Finally, this being America, there is the constant possibility of murder.
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Geologists are never at a loss for paperweights.
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They make you feel small & confused & vulnerable, like a small child lost in a crowd of strange legs. Stand in a desert or prairie & you know you are in a big space. Stand in the woods and you only sense it. They are vast, featureless nowhere. And they are alive.
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This was 1990, the year that communism died in Europe and it seemed strange to me that in all the words that were written about the fall of the iron curtain, nobody anywhere lamented that it was the end of a noble experiment.
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