David MitchellThinkers

The Death of a parent is . . . when your parents move in with you.

The Map's edges what most fascinate.

A Parent is one who moves in with you when they die.

Prejudice is permafrost.

The Sacred is a fine hiding place for the profane.

Time is the speed at which the past disappears.

Travel is all about self-discovery — Travel far enough, you meet yourself.