"There is a surrealist light: at the time of day when towns burst into flame it is the light that falls on the salmon pink display of silk stockings; it is the light that blazes in the Benedictine shops and its pale sister in the pearl of mineral water depots; it is the light that mutely illuminates the blue travel agent’s with trips to the battle fields, Place Vendôme; it is the light that stays late at Barclays on the Avenue de l’Opéra, when ties are transformed into fantoms; it is the beam of flashlights on the murdered and on love."
- Louis Aragon - A Wave of Dreams (1924)
"I remember well the peculiar purity of the blue sky seen through the white clusters of apple blossom in spring. I remember looking at it one morning on my way to school. It meant something for me… what, I couldn’t say. It gave me an unease at heart, some reaching out towards perfection.. some sense of the transcendence of things, of the fragility of our hold upon life. Spring, the pure sunlight falling over the hills in waves under the cloudless blue. It was always morning, early morning in that daydream."
- A. L. Rowse - A Cornish Childhood (1942)
Foxes’ Song / Gerlinde Dautel and the Publishers House