“When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed - for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won’t help you.” WorldFirstsLooksLittlesSometimesHelpingHomeLyingNightLeftRoomsWeekMonthsNeededBedSafeInvisibleMapsTemporarySixteenPrecariousSafe Places Author:Jeanette Winterson
“Deep practice feels a bit like exploring a dark and unfamiliar room. You start slowly, you bump into furniture, stop, think, and start again. Slowly, and a little painfully, you explore the space over and over, attending to errors, extending your reach into the room a bit farther each time, building a mental map until you can move through it quickly and intuitively.” ThinkingFeelsLittlesMovingBitsDarkSpaceRoomsPracticeBuildingErrorsMapsExploringFurnitureBumpsUnfamiliarAttendingExtending Author:Daniel Coyle
“I didn't intend to be writing - the writer's life. I was just writing what came to me at the time, but it is a map of how this writer had to break many barriers to find, not a room of her own, but a house of her own.” WritingHouseRoomsBreakBarriersMaps Author:Sandra Cisneros