Seth-Thomas

“Fred was afraid of the night, afraid his body would slip away from him, dissolve in that purple velvet with diamond eyes, the tropical night. The tropical night did not lie inert, like a painted movie backdrop, but was filled with whisperings, and seemed to have arms like the foliage.
Beauty was a drug. The small beach shone like mercury at their feet.”
― Anaïs Nin, Seduction of the Minotaur

“But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...”
― Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel

“The third bullet was for the filthy flamingo, who stopped dead center in the road when the lethal bee buzzed past his ear. Billy stood there politely, giving the marksman another chance. It was his addled understanding of the rules of warfare that the marksman should be given a second chance.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“I am eleven years old, I know, and I am not serious enough. Last night I said to myself: tomorrow I will be good. Good? I wasn't any better than I was the day before. Now here is a new month, and I haven't yet thought out how to be more sensible, how to master my impulses and my temper. I am ashamed to be so undisciplined.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 1