If the body is the register of the real, then reading with one's feet is real in a way reading with one's eyes alone is not.

Language is like a road, it cannot be perceived all at once because it unfolds in time, whether heard or read. This narrative or temporal element has made writing and walking resemble each other.

A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape.

The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.

A labyrinth is a symbolic journey . . . but it is a map we can really walk on, blurring the difference between map and world.

... a certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane.

Earlier 18th-century literary language was not supple enough to connect the life of the imagination to that of the street.

Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.

...I fear their false urgency, their call to speed, their insistence that travel is less important than arrival...

I knew you'd kiss me.""How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I am in pain, " He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention.

We are lost, but we're making good time.

I have never forgotten, and I can't imagine you have, and I've thought of it over the years. It was so good, when it was good, I kept thinking. How could it go wrong?

You can teach a child the importance of pain by your behavior. You can also teach as child the importance of no pain by your behavior.

[My parents] were very interested in social justice issues, and there was a time, very early on, where my mother, I think, actually went to some demonstrations for integrating housing.

It does not matter how many talents we have, what matters is how we use them.

It's always great when you get a lot of people pushing themselves to do better, be better, invent better, better serve, better lead customers in new directions.

Falling in love isn't as easy as it seems when you've seen love crash and burn right in front of your eyes.

[Valley of Violence] was written for James Ransone. PJ's a friend of mine, I've known him for a long time, he's always like, "Dude, when are we going to make a movie together?" I finally called him.

Yeah, yeah I think that's one of the biggest misconceptions towards the band. The biggest one is that we're Satan worshippers, but next to that just the fact that we're normal