I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.

It's true, reading too many novels makes you go blind.

The body is the outermost layer of the mind.

We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.

What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.

If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.

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