“I have an existential map. It has 'You are here' written all over it.”

“Your map of Africa is really quite nice. But my map of Africa lies in Europe. Here is Russia, and here… is France, and we're in the middle — that's my map of Africa.”

“Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.”

“I'd come here planning to leave as soon as I could. It was a pit stop, not a destination. I had my whole life mapped out."
"So what happened?"
"I guess that map didn't turn out to be mine after all”

“They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something.”

“These are all concepts. I make a lot of ideas and inserts. And this is what I just created. I don't write the map by hand anymore; I use illustrator instead to do the map. It has about five layers.”

“I have always preferred maps to books. They don't answer you back.”

“People don't get it. He didn't even have a fuckin' map; what kind of idiot? THAT was the point. There's no blank spots on the map anymore, anywhere on earth. If you want a blank spot on the map, you gotta leave the map behind.”

“every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map. (p. 18)”

“I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road.
It is one of a kind
just as yours is.”