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

“Life is a journey that gives you the liberty to draw your own map, and choose your own route.”

“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.”

“A burning map. Every epic, my friend Jack used to say, should start with a burning map. Like in the movies. Fucking flames burning the world away; that's the best thing about all those old films, he said -- when you see this old parchment map just ... getting darker and darker in the centre, crisping, crinkling until suddenly it just ... fwoom.”

“Amazing, Yetta thought. Back home I couldn't have chosen my own husband. And here I'm thinking about choosing presidents, governors, mayors, laws...”

“Listen, if you choose to believe nothing else that transpires here, believe this: your body does not have a soul; your soul has a body, and souls never, ever die.”