“I see the world is flat and the map flatthat records it, and both page and world speak each other forever. Put a fold in eternity and it is just as flat and wide. Take the map of the world and fold it into a boat and the boat becomes the world.”

“Do you ever get the feeling like you already know the entire contents of the universe somewhere inside of your head, as if you were born with a complete map of this world already grafted onto the folds of your cerebellum and you are just spending your entire life figuring out how to access this map?”

“it is also said that it takes the shape of a man pointing to both heaven and earth, in order to show that the lower world is the map and mirror of the higher”

“I marked a map for every deathFor every ache and blowMy world was all a page of blackWith nothing left but snow.”

“I speak to maps. And sometimes they something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the world was limitless. It was maps that gave it shape and made it seem like territory, like something that could be possessed, not just laid waste and plundered. Maps made places on the edges of the imagination seem graspable and placable.”

“All I ever wanted was a world without maps.”