It's not on any map; true places never are.

Places remember events.

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you - you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences - little rags and shreds of your very life.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.

Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dank gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwrecks.

You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person.

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.