Every walker is a guard on patrol to protect the ineffable.

It's all about a war of social impulses and beliefs that is as powerful in its way as a big hurricane.

Walking itself is the intentional act closest to the unwilled rhythms of the body, to breathing and the beating of the heart. It strikes a delicate balance between working and idling, being and doing. It is a bodily labor that produces nothing but thoughts, experiences, arrivals.

Walking allows us to be in our bodies and in the world without being made busy by them.

Everyday life is a disaster, and disaster can liberate us.

Revolution is as unpredictable as an earthquake and as beautiful as spring. Its coming is always a surprise, but its nature should not be.

There is no one as dangerous as he or she who has nothing to lose.