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Henry Miller; Paris
Though born in Brooklyn, Henry Miller is known for his rather nomadic life that took him first to Paris and then later to California, where he lived for more than half his life. Miller lived for but a decade in Paris (although who among us wouldn't want to live a decade in Paris?) but, whoa. He did a lot of living. Like, a lot. In his later years, Miller renounced Brooklyn as "a place where I knew nothing but starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration, every god damn thing—nothing but misery. Every bloody street I looked down I see nothing but misery, nothing but monsters… Later, when I began to explore it, why, it’s a different city, a little more horrible, gets worse all the time." Miller also once said, “If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” Which, I like to think is one of the best things ever said about traveling and makes it all the more imperative to get out of town when you can. Especially when your town—your "anchor"—is squalid and scorching, like Brooklyn is in the summer.