“My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.”
“I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.”
“For reasons that will become obvious, I call this story, "There's a Horse in My Living Room." It's about how I wound up with a horse in my living room.”
“I learned long ago that in order to heal my wounds, I must have the courage to face upto them. I also learned to forgive myself and correct my mistakes”
“A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.”
“He also learned to regard each port of call as part of the journey and not as destination. Every voyage begins when you do.”