There is a time to study a map passionately, obsessively. To see where you've gone, where others have gone before you. To commit to memory every obstacle, every danger. Shakespeare had a term for this obsession: mappery. But there is a time, too, when you say, come dragons. I challenge you to find me.

You would be surprised what two hours of daily exercise and five hundred stomach crunches can do for you.

Maybe getting around in life was nothing but map-reading. A skill that required practice. A key to unlock where you wanted to go. A legend to show where you were.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.