The poet Marianne Moore famously wrote of 'real toads in imaginary gardens,' and the labyrinth offers us the possibility of being real creatures in symbolic space...In such spaces as the labyrinth we cross over [between real and imaginary spaces]; we are really travelling, even if the destination is only symbolic.

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

Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you.

To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.

You get lost out of a desire to be lost. But in the place called lost strange things are found.

I walk wherever my errands take me.

There are disasters that are entirely manmade, but none that are entirely natural.