Samuel

“But can I really will anything? At this moment I feel the pleasure of being stone, the sun warms me, the wind makes acceptable this adjustment of my body, I have no intention of ceasing to be a stone. Why? Because I like it. So then I too am slave to a passion, which advises me against wanting freely its opposite. However, willing, I could will. And yet I do not. How much freer am I than a stone?”
― Umberto Eco, The Island of the Day Before

“Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?”
― Daphne du Maurier

“Quantin crept closer to the knoll. A pungent smell passed through his nostrils up into his brain. Attracted by the poppies' scarlet smears, he was about to take another step when he felt a hand on his elbow. A man in a poppy-red jacket, his pupils dilated, smiled warningly.
"No strangers allowed. Go away."
"I don't understand..."
"Understanding is strictly forbidden. Even dreams have the right to dream. Isn't that so? Now go away.”
― Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky, Memories of the Future