A map is the dead body of where you've been. A map is the unborn baby of where you're going. There are no maps. Maps are pictures of what isn't. — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Sometimes there's nothing but Sundays for weeks on end. Why can't they move Sunday to the middle of the week so you could put… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Too-lateness, I realized, has nothing to do with age. It’s a relation of self to the moment. Or not, depending on the person and… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
If the past cannot teach the present and the father cannot teach the son, then history need not have bothered to go on, and… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“I had a salad. If I were to say that today's tomatoes were an index of the decline of Western man I should be… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“What do you do when you're wound up?' she asked. 'Do you play that drum?'. 'No,' said the child. 'We used to dance.' 'But… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“He was thinking what a long and wide thing time is, to have so many happenings in it.” — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Who is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday.… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“Seed of the little Seed of the wyld Seed of the berning is Hart of the chyld . . . Out goes the candl… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Nothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if we're put here… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think that the biggest difference between men and women is that more men need to seek out some terrible lurking thing in… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
“Before the motorcar replaced the horse, and for some years after there were many illustrators who drew horses with the same authority with which… — Russell Hoban Copy Share Image
