Is There An Existence That Is Only

A Map Is The Dead Body Of Where You've Been. A Map Is The Unborn Baby Of Where You're Going. There Are No Maps. Maps Are Pictures Of What Isn't.

The First Thing I Would Say To Young Writers Is, "don't Do It, Unless You Can't Stand Not To Do It." And The Second Thing I Would Say Is, "if You Do Do It, And Get Into It, The Constant Rule You Should Have In Mind Is To Explore Your Material." It Sounds Simple, But It Isn't, Because People Often Want To Get From A To B, And They Don't Stop To Look At What Is In The Material.

I Have No Wisdom And Nothing Useful To Tell You - I Only Mentioned This Because It Came Into My Head.

The Zoo Is A Prison For Animals Who Have Been Sentenced Without Trial And I Feel Guilty Because I Do Nothing About It. But There It Was, I Wanted To See An Oyster-catcher And I Was No Better Than The People Who'd Caged Oyster-catchers For Me To See.

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.