Walking . . . is how the body measures itself against the earth.

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.

I see disaster everywhere; I also […] see generosity and resistance everywhere.

Violence always seems to me the worst form of tyranny. It deprives people of their rights, including the right to live.

Walking, ideally, is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned.

Perhaps walking is best imagined as an 'indicator species,' to use an ecologist's term. An indicator species signifies the health of an ecosystem, and its endangerment or diminishment can be an early warning sign of systemic trouble. Walking is an indicator species for various kinds of freedom and pleasures: free time, free and alluring space, and unhindered bodies.

Never turn down an adventure without a really good reason.