Have you ever tried to do something, just to be free of the idea of doing it? Like many runners, I had a particular itch to run a marathon, and if I could scratch it, I might be free of it and never have to think about it again.
Vybarr Cregan-Reid - Footnotes
the whole world is an enigma - a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth
Umberto Eco - Foucault's Pendulum
What's our need for pictures of the famous? Not only do we think we know them, we think we know what makes them tick, which makes us want to tick as they do.
Richard Schickel - Intimate Strangers
This is the beauty of cycling - the rhythm puts serious activity in the brain to sleep: it creates a void. Random thoughts enter that void - the chorus from a song, a verse of poetry, a detail in the countryside, a joke, the answer to something that vexed me long ago.
Robert Penn - It's All About the Bike: The Pursuit of Happiness On Two Wheels
Always doing what you are told doesn't mean you'll succeed in life
Jiro Ono - Jiro Dreams of Sushi
Traveling by bicycle is, actually, my personal antidote to a good deal of life's irreconcilable vexatiousness. It is, after all, a simple thing to succeed at - not simple in the sense of easy (it's not) but simple in the sense of uncomplicated. However far you go, your achievement is measurable and unequivocal. You make an enormous effort, you worry about all sorts of things, you strain and sweat, you self-examine, self-aggrandise, and self-loathe, you exult, you despair, you exult again and despair again, but at the end of the day, at the end of the journey, you've arrived at a destination or you haven't. What a relief from life's more common challenges - family, work, love - and their irreducible ambiguities. There's an hour or so at the end of each day, when I swing my leg out of the saddle ... during which I feel indisputably worthy as a human being, someone who has spent the day profitably and deserves happiness.
Bruce Weber - Life Is A Wheel: Memoirs of a Bike-Riding Obituarist
There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method
Herman Melville - Moby Dick
Why is man alone subject to becoming an imbecile?
Jean-Jacques Rousseau - On the Origin of Inequality
tis a very great Fault to regard rather who it is that Speaks, than what is Spoken; and ... to submit to Authority, when we should only yield to Reason.
Mary Astell - Some Reflections on Marriage
People by being forbid are only excited to a more curious enquiry.
Mary Astell - Some Reflections on Marriage