The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

– Miguel de Cervantes from DON QUIXOTE, Part II (1615)



Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades

Sous le pont Mirabeau II

Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot



[…] this stillness
       echoing from the rooms like an unfinished sound

W. S. Merwin, Season



Carl Andre, Secant, (1977)
Carl Andre’s Secant does somewhat the same thing that Christo’s Running Fence did. With a line of timbers, Andre expresses the dimension of a field in a way that you would not normally see. He imposes a kind of geometry on the field that makes you not only look at the object but also become acutely aware of the place that it is in.

White & Blue
Flowers 2014

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

– Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From the Underground