Quote for Today: Lisel Mueller
A map of the world. Not the one in the atlas, but the one in our heads, the one we keep coloring in. With the blue thread of the river …
A map of the world. Not the one in the atlas, but the one in our heads, the one we keep coloring in. With the blue thread of the river …
Maybe we are all prospective migrants. The lines of national borders on maps are artificial constructs, as unnatural to us as they are to birds flying overhead. Our …
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains. —Ursula K. LeGuin Image by WikiImages from Pixabay
There are map people whose joy is to lavish more attention on the sheets of colored paper than on the colored land rolling by. I have listened to accounts by …
A map has no vocabulary, no lexicon of precise meanings. It communicates in lines, hues, tones, coded symbols, and empty spaces, much like music. Nor does a map have …
A story is a map of the world. A gloriously colored and wonderful map, the sort one often sees framed and hanging on the wall in a study full …
Maps gave them control over their surroundings, for the first time ever. It showed how to get from one place to another. It sounds simple now, but a thousand years …
I speak to maps. And sometimes they say something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the …
Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, …
A map such as that one is worth many hundreds, and as luck will have it, thousands of dollars. But more than this, it is a remembrance of that time …