“ At the recollection of a name, all the characters return with their costumes and their language to play their roles as they played them life and I can see them performing their actions in front of me like a God entertaining himself by gazing at the worlds he has created. One especially - the first love, which was never violent nor passionate, since erased by other desires but still remaining in the depths of my heart like an ancient Roman way traversed by a wretched railway carriage.”

— Gustave Flaubert, Memoirs of a Madman (translated by Andrew Brown)

“Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.”

― Nathaniel Hawthorne

And a poem by Larry Levis.