I Have Always Loved Maps.

I Always Bring My Kids Vacation Souvenirs Printed In Comic Sans, So They Know I Love Them But Not Unconditionally.

The Thing You Like/are Good At Is A Sacred Thing.

We Don't Realize How Hard It Was To Drive Anywhere Outside The Major Cities Less Than A Century Ago.

There Must Be Something Innate About Maps, About This One Specific Way Of Picturing Our World And Our Relation To It, That Charms Us, Calls To Us, Won’t Let Us Look Anywhere Else In The Room If There’s A Map On The Wall.

Sure I Have A Cell-phone, So I Don't Have To Remember Everyone's Number Anymore, But That Really Wasn't A Core Part Of My Brain.