What we find exotic abroad may be what we hunger for in vain at home.
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp names that never get fat.
Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.
When good Americans die they go to Paris.
When I arrived in Laos and found young Americans living there, out of free choice, I was surprised. After only a week, I began to have a sense of the appeal of the country and its people - along with despair about its future.
I'm a sucker for any guy with an accent with any kind.
And I think you understand a little bit more why she falls for him. In a way, watching the French do anything is a little more fun because their gestures are different. And in that way, they make everything interesting.
Foreign-language books are sometimes more beautiful when you can't tell what's being said. It's like you ruin it by reading.
I've always been in love with the States. When I was a kid, we would take these long summer holidays in Texas, Nashville, and all over. I fell in love with the people, the food, even the smell. You don't necessarily get that in old Europe.
When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.
The opera is like a husband with a foreign title - expensive to support, hard to understand and therefore a supreme social challenge.
It's only interesting when you're from somewhere else, like America or Japan. The further away the more interesting it is.
There was something about the idea of Russia that I found very intriguing, and I think I had romanticized it a lot.
Everything foreign is respected, partly because it comes from afar, partly because it is ready made and perfect.
Straight to the top, rooftop glows. With a hand full of girls and they all so foreign. Brain so poisoned, rainbows flowing.