"He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary." - Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra ... See MoreSee Less

"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."
- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead ... See MoreSee Less

"A cage went in search of a bird."
- Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms ... See MoreSee Less

"In my sleep I was looking out from the fourth-floor bedroom at nearby buildings bathed in rain, gleaming with neon and streetlamp colours."
- Yūko Tsushima, Territory of Light ... See MoreSee Less

"I was walking alone in the peaceful city. I was alone, but I was marching like a descending regiment."
- Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea ... See MoreSee Less

"We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors."
- Jorge Luis Borges, In Praise of Darkness ... See MoreSee Less

Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard."
- Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching ... See MoreSee Less

"Clock! sinister god, terrifying, impassive
Whose finger threatens us and says: 'Remember!'"
- Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil ... See MoreSee Less

"I thought that the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow."
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar ... See MoreSee Less

"There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night."
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus ... See MoreSee Less

"The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself."
- Bertrand Russell, An Inquiry into Meaning and Truth ... See MoreSee Less

"The very houses seemed disposed to sleep, and it was a holiday for the streets, which were swept of their customary passengers, and left to their own quiet and shadows."
- Charles Dickens, Barnaby Rudge ... See MoreSee Less

"What are the convulsions of a city in comparison with the insurrections of the soul?"
- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables ... See MoreSee Less

"From this height the sleeping city seems like a child's construction, a model which has refused to be constrained by imagination."
- Ian Rankin, Dead Souls ... See MoreSee Less

"But if a city hasn't been used by an artist not even the inhabitants live there imaginatively."
- Alasdair Gray, Lanark ... See MoreSee Less