Never to get lost is not to live, not to know how to get lost brings you to destruction..

Pain serves a purpose. Without it you are in danger. What you cannot feel you cannot take care of..

People rescue each other. They build shelters and community kitchens and ways to deal with lost children and eventually rebuild one way or another..

The Earth we evolved to inhabit is turning into something more turbulent and unreliable at a pace too fast for most living things to adapt to..

The rhythm of walking generates a kind of rhythm of thinking, and the passage through a landscape echoes or stimulates the passage through a series o….

What's your story? It's all in the telling. Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, and to be without a story is to be lost in t….

Joy doesn't betray but sustains activism. And when you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated and isolated, joy is a fine initia….

To be hopeful means to be uncertain about the future, to be tender toward possibilities, to be dedicated to change all the way down to the bottom of ….

A city always contains more than any inhabitant can know, and a great city always makes the unknown and the possible spurs to the imagination..

That's what I'm trying to get over: the idea that anarchism offers a description of equitable relations that go way back rather than a hypothesis of ….

To write is to carve a new path through the terrain of the imagination, or to point out new features on a familiar route. To read is to travel throug….

There is so much information that our ability to focus on any piece of it is interrupted by other information, so that we bathe in information but ha….

There is no one as dangerous as he or she who has nothing to lose..

If sorrow and beauty are all tied up together, then perhaps maturity brings with it not what Nabhan calls abstraction, but an aesthetic sense that pa….

I think one of the primary goals of a feminist landscape architecture would be to work toward a public landscape in which we can roam the streets at ….

As I started to pursue the subject more deeply I realized that walking was this wonderful meandering path through everything I was already interested….

Walking itself is the intentional act closest to the unwilled rhythms of the body, to breathing and the beating of the heart. It strikes a delicate b….

Kindness and gentleness never had a gender, and neither did empathy..

Language is like a road, it cannot be perceived all at once because it unfolds in time, whether heard or read. This narrative or temporal element has….

I was not going to surrender to the status quo and corporate insistence that ordinary people have no power and influence..

When someone doesn't show up, the people who wait sometimes tell stories about what might have happened and come to half believe the desertion, the a….