Ethan

“Why, despite the blinding brightness, did everything look gray? It was as if the painfully sharp lights were helpless to dispel all the darkness the people had brought in from the night outside.”
― Georges Simenon, Three Bedrooms in Manhattan

“The most tragic form of loss isn't the loss of security; it's the loss of the capacity to imagine that things could be different.”
― Ernst Bloch

“I knew the earth was rotating, and I with it, and Saint-Martin-des-Champs and all Paris with me, and that together we were rotating beneath the Pendulum, whose own plane never changed direction, because up there, along the infinite extrapolation of its wire beyond the choir ceiling, up toward the most distant galaxies, lay the Only Fixed Point in the universe, eternally unmoving.”
― Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum

“A man who has nothing in particular to recommend him discusses all sorts of subjects at random as if he knew everything.”
― Sei Shonagon, The Pillow Book