“Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.”

“The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body.”

“The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220,222)”

“I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and straight away a hundred alternative routes present themselves. I choose one, no sooner begin, than a hundred more appear. Every time I try to narrow down my intent I expand it, and yet those straits and canals still lead me to the open sea, and then I realize how vast it all is, this matter of the mind. I am confounded by the shining water and the size of the world.”

“I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning.”

“I live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning. At other times the line is so wired that it lights up the soles of my feet, gradually my whole body, until I am my own beacon, and I see then the beauty of newly created worlds, a form that is not random. A new beginning.”

“Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.”