I'd Always Assumed I Was

An Ordinary Mirror Is Silvered At The Back But The Window Of The Night Train Has Darkness Behind The Glass. My Face And The Faces Of Other Travellers Were Now Mirrored On This Darkness In A Succession Of Stillnesses. Consider This, Said The Darkness: Any Motion At Any Speed Is A Succession Of Stillnesses; Any Section Through An Action Will Show Just Such A Plane Of Stillness As This Dark Window In Which Your Seeking Face Is Mirrored. And In Each Plane Of Stillness Is The Moment Of Clarity That Makes You Responsible For What You Do.

Sometimes There's Nothing But Sundays For Weeks On End. Why Can't They Move Sunday To The Middle Of The Week So You Could Put It In The Out Tray On Your Desk?

Language Is An Archaeological Vehicle... The Language We Speak Is A Whole Palimpsest Of Human Effort And History.

Them As Counts Counts Moren Them As Dont Count

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.