Irma Servatius

“...nobody really knows how anybody else feels - you may think you are feeling as a woman, or as a man, but you may simply be feeling as yourself.”
― Jan Morris, Conundrum

“Reading [Mauriac's] 'memoirs' is like meeting a man on a train who says, 'Don't look at me, that's misleading. If you want to know what I'm like, wait until we're in a tunnel, and then study my reflection in the window.' You wait, and look, and catch a face against a shifting background of sooty walls, cables and sudden brickwork. The transparent shape flickers and jumps, always a few feet away. You become accustomed to its existence, you move with its movements; and though you know its presence is conditional, you feel it to be permanent. Then there is a wail from ahead, a roar and a burst of light; the face is gone for ever.”
― Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot

“So it was that on the twenty-ninth day of February, at the beginning of the thaw, this singular person fell out of infinity into Iping Village.”
― H.G. Wells, The Invisible Man

“We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.”
― C.S. Lewis, Out of the Silent Planet