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

“And it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the softness and the clarity...”
― Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel

“No man and woman know what will be born in the darkness of their intermingling; so much besides children, so many invisible births, exchanges of soul and character, blossoming of unknown selves, liberation of hidden treasures, buried fantasies...”
― Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel

“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