The trouble with all of us is we are where we shouldn't be.

All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

He was a man who wrote, who interpreted the world. Wisdom grew out of being handed just the smallest sliver of emotion. A glance could lead to paragraphs of theory.

Love is the use one makes of another.

In the book the relationship with Katharine and Almasy is sort of only in the patient's mind.

I believe in such cartography – to be marked by nature, not just label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. ... All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

There's a lot of thievery involved in writing. You're breaking into other people's spaces and other people's stories.