“I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.”

“Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.”

“I make the road. I draw the map. Nothing just happens to me...I'm the one happening.”

“I don’t know if you have ever seem a map of a person’s mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child’s mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island; for the Neverland is always more or less and island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose.”

“I am my best work - a series of road maps, reports, recipes, doodles, and prayers from the front lines.”

“I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go”