Colin Jack

“Perhaps they are coming not to demand justice (what justice, I repeated) but rather to administer justice, do justice, or even to take the law into their own hands, as the saying goes, which is the precise opposite of justice, but anyway, and given the circumstances, shouldn’t I just throw myself into the sea and drown? The B movie aspect to this hypothesis, feasible though it seemed, made me smile.”
― Vincent Delecroix, Small Boat

“All of us are evolutions of ourselves, changing over time as the calendar moves forward. Who we are when we leave this world is not who we were when we entered.”
― Meagan Church, The Mad Wife

“...the sea was always with me. There it lay, the entire length of my journey, on my right, poisoned. There were the terns and the gulls, the greyness, the pallid light, the sea with its guts glutted with women and children. Sometimes, despite the fatigue of the night shift, I had to stop on the way, park the car by the roadside and walk to the edge of the cliff to look at it: the progression of cargo ships, their hypnotic slowness, and it, at my feet, in front of me, lifeless, enormous, malign. Universal and monstrous. It’s the one thing that never sleeps.”
― Vincent Delecroix, Small Boat

“I know people would have liked me to say: You’re not going to die, I’ll save you. And not because I would have actually saved them, done my job, done the necessary, sent rescue. Not because I’d done what you’re meant to do. They wanted me to have said it, at least to have said it, just to have said the words. That was what the investigator was waiting for anxiously, for everyone to hear, to hear their own voice in mine in these recordings. The voice of each of us saying I will save you. Each one in my place. The voice of the whole of humanity reassured to hear itself saying, uttering the words: I will save you; you will not die – not actually saving, no one cares about that, not acting, not even helping. But at least saying it, because to fail to say those words is to be less than human. In the end, whether they drowned or not didn’t matter; what mattered were my words. What mattered was not that they were saved; it was that I should be saved, and the whole world with me, through these words. Saved by my own words, not condemned by them.”
― Vincent Delecroix, Small Boat