Marc

“S'en est allée l'amante
Au village voisin malgré la pluie
Sans son amant s'en est allée l'amante
Pour danser avec un autre que lui
Les femmes mentent mentent”
― Guillaume Apollinaire

“Another admission: I am romantic, I dream-up radically impractical journeys just to try and feel or to intuit something from a past that may well have never existed – or not in the way I imagine it. Combined with this I have a tendency towards depressive states. My episodes have never been so bad that I couldn’t get out of bed and face the day, but after my time at the lighthouse and losing the woman whom I thought I loved so much, and drinking to bad effect every night, I felt a shift come on that scared me.”
― Christian Beamish, The Voyage of the Cormorant

“So much have we lost touch with 'real life' that we occasionally feel a kind of disgust for it and so can't bear to be reminded of it. For we have arrived at the point where we look on 'real life' as toil, almost as compulsory service, and all of us privately agree that 'life' as we find it in book is better.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

“The only cure for seasickness is to sit on the shady side of an old brick church in the country.”
― Paul Theroux, The Happy Isles of Oceania: Paddling the Pacific