“Hallelujah might be putting itself on the map, but that mark would be made in blood, as well as iron.” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Fingerprint, he writes. A map to mark the spaces you've inhabited. A map you make yourself, quadrant by quadrant, inch by inch, until the landscape of your life looks like a vast and unexplored terrain. Here there be monsters, it… — Amber Sparks Copy Share Image
