The object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed. It exists fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.
Rebecca SolnitSometimes it seems that the fate of the world is decided entirely in the ether of electronic communications and corporate backroom deals.
Rebecca SolnitIt is the job of artists to open doors and invite in prophesies, the unknown, the unfamiliar; itโs where their work comes from, although its arrival signals the beginning of the long disciplined process of making it their own. Scientists too, as J. Robert Oppenheimer once remarked, โlive always at the โedge of mysteryโยญโthe boundary of the unknown.โ But they transform the unknown into the known, haul it in like fishermen; artists get you out into that dark sea.
Rebecca SolnitAs I started to pursue the subject more deeply I realized that walking was this wonderful meandering path through everything I was already interested in - gender politics, public space and urban life, demonstrations and parades and marches. The relationship between walking and thinking and between the mind and the body.
Rebecca Solnit