October 2011
33 posts
I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figurres, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I herd the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth.
— Anaïs Nin, House of Incest
“And suddenly I had an inkling of what it must feel like to be mad.”
— Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.
—John SteinbeckSeptember 2011
35 posts
“I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.”
— John Steinbeck
