For Many Years, I Have Been Moved

I Think That Walking Down The Middle Of The Street With Several Thousand People Who Share Your Deepest Beliefs Is One Of The Best Ways To Take A Walk.

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.

The Object We Call A Book Is Not The Real Book, But Its Potential, Like A Musical Score Or Seed. It Exists Fully Only In The Act Of Being Read; And Its Real Home Is Inside The Head Of The Reader, Where The Symphony Resounds, The Seed Germinates. A Book Is A Heart That Only Beats In The Chest Of Another.

Despair Is Easy, Or At Least Low Cost.

...[cabeza De Vaca] Ceased To Be Lost Not By Returning But By Turning Into Something Else.