I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
I quit flying years ago. I don't want to die with tourists.
We want a president who is as much like an American tourist as possible.
Someone with the same goofy grin, the same innocent intentions, the same naive trust; a president with no conception of foreign policy and no discernible connection to the U.S. government, whose Nice Guyism will narrow the gap between the U.S. and us until nobody can tell the difference.
Wildness and silence disappeared from the countryside, sweetness fell from the air, not because anyone wished them to vanish or fall but because throughways had to floor the meadows with cement to carry the automobiles which advancing technology produced.... Tropical beaches turned into high-priced slums where thousand-room hotels elbowed each other for glimpses of once-famous surf not because those who loved the beaches wanted them there but because enormous jets could bring a million tourists every year
I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.
The modern American tourist now fills his experience with pseudo-events.
He has come to expect both more strangeness and more familiarity than the world naturally offers. He has come to believe that he can have a lifetime of adventure in two weeks and all the thrills of risking his life without any real risk at all.
Modern tourist guides have helped raised tourist expectations.
And they have provided the natives -- from Kaiser Wilhelm down to the villagers of Chichacestenango -- with a detailed and itemized list of what is expected of them and when. These are the up-to-date scripts for actors on the tourists stage.
The country of the tourist pamphlet always is another country, an embarrassing abstraction of the desirable that, thank God, does not exist on this planet, where there are always ants and bad smells and empty Coca-Cola bottles to keep the grubby finger-print of reality upon the beautiful.
You perceive I generalize with intrepidity from single instances. It is the tourist's custom.
The world does not need tourists who ride by in a bus clucking their tongues.
The world as it is needs those who will love it enough to change it, with what they have, where they are.
In winter I go skiing on Saturdays and Sundays when the slopes are quieter due to changeover day for tourists, and in summer I hike up into the mountains at sunset, just as the village is settling down to dinner.
I did not feel 'evil' when I wrote advertisements for Puerto Rico.
They helped attract industry and tourists to a country which had been living on the edge of starvation for 400 years.
Prayer for many is like a foreign land.
When we go there, we go as tourists. Like most tourists, we feel uncomfortable and out of place. Like most tourists, we therefore move on before too long and go somewhere else.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.
I have come to the conclusion that the major part of the work of a President is to increase the gate receipts of expositions and fairs and bring tourists to town.
The tourist may complain of other tourists, but he would be lost without them.
The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognize you as a tourist.
They read their sports pages, know their statistics and either root like hell or boo our butts off. I love it. Give me vocal fans, pro or con, over the tourist types who show up in Houston or Montreal and just sit there.
The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive; he expects interesting things to happen to him. He goes "sight-seeing."
We are all tourists in history, and irony is what we win in wars.
I hope I'm not a tourist attraction - I'm sure that they come here really because St. Andrews is just amazing, a beautiful place.
Well, it was just, the bars was all just like the bamboo roofs and everything.
You know. As I say, to me, it's completely spoiled all, all these places now. Make them all just tourist traps.
After 13 years of life on the half shell in Hollywood, I have made a trip where I wasn't a tourist.
How many people have a family grave in the backyard? I'm sure I'll end up there, or I'll shrink my head and put it in a glass box in the living room. I'll get more tourists to Graceland that way.
To supply people for ages in camps makes no sense.
.. you have to rebuild that cabana that they rent out to tourists on the weekend. They need help getting their fields repaired and their boats repaired.
Carloads of tourists would photograph the family mailbox, and there was weird mail, death threats.