Kip Hebets

“The owner of the Post Office was called Maurice. A sixtyish-year-old with a large red nose that was pebble-dashed with broken capillaries, and a smooth bald head with a fuzz of grey hair around the side like the tide mark on a dirty bath. He had a gruff manner, distrusting eyes and a cough like kicked gravel.”
― R.D. Ronald

“Walls of thick vegetation rose up on all sides and arched overhead in a lacy canopy that filtered the light to a soft shade. It had just rained; the air was hot and steamy. I felt enclosed in a semitropical terrarium, sealed off from a world that suddenly seemed a thousand miles away.”
― John Berendt, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

“La desgracia del hombre se debe a que no quiere permanecer tranquilo en su habitación, que es su hogar.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“A quiet conscience makes one strong!”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl