“I was in a maze. No matter which way I turned, it was the wrong way.”

“I always find myself gravitating to the analogy of a maze. Think of film noir and if you picture the story as a maze, you don't want to be hanging above the maze watching the characters make the wrong choices because it's frustrating. You actually want to be in the maze with them, making the turns at their side, that keeps it more exciting...I quite like to be in that maze.”

“I sighed. I hated the maze of bureaucracy with a passion, but I've found the best way to deal with it is to smile and act stupid. That way, no one gets confused.”

“Cat: Where are you going?Alice: Which way should I go?Cat: That depends on where you are going.Alice: I don’t know.Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”

“Tyson," I said "We're turning around!"Going the wrong way?" he asked. Always," I grumbled, but I steered the chariot towards the stands.”

“Then it doesn't matter which way you walk...-so long as I get somewhere.”