Books Are Solitudes In Which We Meet.

As 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.

The Famous Zen Parable About The Master For Whom, Before His Studies, Mountains Were Only Mountains, But During His Studies Mountains Were No Longer Mountains, And Afterward Mountains Were Again Mountains Could Be Interpreted As An Alleory About [the Perpetual Paradox That When One Is Closest To A Destination One Is Also The Farthest).

There Is No One As Dangerous As He Or She Who Has Nothing To Lose.

Violence Doesn't Have A Race, A Class, A Religion, Or A Nationality, But It Does Have A Gender.

For Many Years, I Have Been Moved By The Blue At The Far Edge Of What Can Be Seen, That Color Of Horizons, Of Remote Mountain Ranges, Of Anything Far Away. The Color Of That Distance Is The Color Of An Emotion, The Color Of Solitude And Of Desire, The Color Of There Seen From Here, The Color Of Where You Are Not. And The Color Of Where You Can Never Go.