“The mage leaned both hands on the table, scanning the charts splayed out on its surface. There was a map there, showing a land he could not recognize: a ragged coastline of fjords studded with cursory sketches of pine trees. Inland was a faint whitewash, as of ice or snow. A course had been plotted, striking east from the jagged shoreline, then southward across a vast ocean. The Malazan Empire purported to have world maps, but they showed nothing like the land he saw here. The Empire's claim to dominance suddenly seemed pathetic.”
“I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900.”
“I keep a large map of the world hanging above my bed. Everybody wants to own land, but I want to own the oceans.”
“Look at this world! So vast! So wide! Huge masses of land spread across it; multitudes of green and brown islands dotted the blue expanse of the oceans. He felt like a bird contemplating the sky.”
“He had a hear that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.”
“He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.”