There's Definitely, Definitely, Definitely, No Logic To Human Behaviour . . . There's No Map And A Compass Wouldn't Help At All
Topography Displays No Favorites; North's As Near As West. More Delicate Than The Historians' Are The Map-makers' Colors.
There Is No Map, And Charting A Path Ahead Will Not Be Easy. We Will Need To Invent, Which Means We Will Need To Experiment.
The Map Is Not The Territory (coined By Alfred Korzybski), And The Name Is Not The Thing Named.
I Don't Have Any Real Goals Except To Follow One Good Sentence With Another... I'm Not The Kind Of Writer Who Has A Map.
I Think If You Had To Map That Out At The Beginning And You Said, "right, Sit Down, This Is What You're Going To Be Doing," You'd Probably Freak Out. But I'm Someone Who Really Enjoys Not Being Himself. So If You Consider That, Then It All Sort Of Makes Sense.
Life Is Too Mysterious To Try To Map It Out. I've Certainly Lived Long Enough To Know It Will Take You Places You Never Thought It Would Take You - And Some Of Those Places Are Kind Of Wonderful.
Humans Treat Time As A Map And Always Know Where They Are Located On It And Respond With The Appropriate Emotion.
What A Lost Person Needs Is A Map Of The Territory, With His Own Position Marked On It So He Can See Where He Is In Relation To Everything Else.
It Was Like Looking At A Knot, Knowing It Was A Knot, But Not Knowing How To Untie It. I Had No Map For This Life.
