“I just know when I quit looking to other people for directions, I found my own map.”

“I was looking for a reassuring hand to hold and steady my own, and I finally found it on the other side of my body.”

“I don´t want to own anything until I know I have found the place where me and things belong together. I´m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it´s like.”

“I had no direction until I merged into the left lane. Some people find God. I found my blinker.”

“I resolve to venture into the city on my own. I look at maps in the library—subway maps, bus maps, and regular maps—and try to memorize them. I’m afraid of getting lost; no, I’m afraid of sinking into the city as in a quicksand, afraid of getting sucked into something I can never escape.”

“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.”