Mia

“Perhaps there will be a slight streak of green, a patch that will deepen and then grow. Then another patch on the horizon, like a green searchlight. And then shivering curtains of light can fill the sky, or looping spirals, or flickering flames of green and purple, and candy-apple red. It feels as if they should be accompanied by dramatic sounds, the bangs of fireworks or the roars of rockets. But these are utterly silent, almost solemn in their dancing. And yet they can be comforting in their own way; as if in this remote and frozen wilderness there's something else out there that is alive.”
― Gabrielle Walker, Antarctica: An Intimate Portrait of the World's Most Mysterious Continent

“Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveller recognises the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

“Again, I must stress that this is my reading now of what happened then. Or rather, my memory now of my reading then of what was happening at the time.”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

“He can think now only of objects. Something alive, just one small grey bird on a branch, will break his heart.”
― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion