The ideas for stories that thronged my brain would not let me rest till I had got rid of them by writing them.
W. Somerset MaughamSometimes the road was only a lane, with thick hawthorne hedges, and the green elms overhung it on either side so that when you looked up there was only a strip of blue sky between. And as you rode along in the warm, keen air you had a sensation that the world was standing still and life would last forever. Although you were pedaling with such energy you had a delicious feeling of laziness.
W. Somerset Maugham