Travel is useful. It exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is it’s strength. It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things — all are imagined. It’s a novel; just a fictitious narrative. Littre’ says so, and he’s never wrong. Besides, anyone can do it. You just have to close your eyes. It’s on the other side of life.
Celine – Journey to the End of Night.