Through the years, a man peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, tools, stars, horses and people. Shortly before his death, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the image of his own face. – Jorge Luis Borges

When I had money in the past, I would always travel rather than spend it on big apartments or cars. And I still feel exactly the same way. – Robin Wright Penn