Mike Potter

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel

“You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.”
― Anais Nin

“The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel