Source: Moby-Dick or, The Whale
On Poetry: Poetry, a Rhapsody (1733)
"Dear God"
A Picnic of Poems in Allah's Green Garden (2011)
Context: Dear God I've heard your name from teachers, family and friends, you made the universe and so will live on when it ends. Everyone I know admits they’ve never seen your face, they’re not sure where you live and have no map to the place.
“This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.”
Source: The Elephant Vanishes
"Body maps," http://www.oulitnet.co.za/multimedia/vonkverse_ingrid2.asp from Seasonal Fires: Selected and New Poems (2006), a contribution for the WikiAfrica Literature Project.
“The law of similarity made any map a magical instrument.”
The Wizardry Compiled (1989)
Source: The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
Source: A Sand County Almanac, 1949, "Conservation Esthetic", p. 176.
Source: A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There
Context: The trophy-recreationist has peculiarities that contribute in subtle ways to his own undoing. To enjoy he must possess, invade, appropriate. Hence the wilderness that he cannot personally see has no value to him. Hence the universal assumption that an unused hinterland is rendering no service to society. To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.
Source: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
