For me, it started as a child with one of those little wooden jigsaw maps of the U.S., wheres theres crocodiles on Florida and apples on Washington state. That was my very first map.

I always feel a certain sense of reverence in libraries, even small city ones that smell like homeless internet users.

It's boring to have the same guy win. I'm actively rooting against myself.

Sure I have a cell-phone, so I don't have to remember everyone's number anymore, but that really wasn't a core part of my brain.

I have condemned my kids to a lifetime of geographic illiteracy.

There must be something innate about maps, about this one specific way of picturing our world and our relation to it, that charms us, calls to us, won’t let us look anywhere else in the room if there’s a map on the wall.

I have always loved maps.