"this was venice, the flattering and suspect beauty this city, half fairy tale and half tourist trap, in whose insalubrious air the arts once rankly and voluptuously blossomed, where composers have been inspired to lulling tones of somniferous eroticism." – thomas mann
"when i went to venice, i discovered that my dream had become- incredibly, but quite simply- my address." - marcel proust
"clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." — rabindranath tagore
