Beth

“He almost turned back to make the walk again, to give her time to appear. He was certain if he tried the same route, everything would work out fine.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“The sort of decision arrived at by saints and madmen is not revealed to others. It is forged little by little, in the folds of the spirit, tangential to reason, shielded from indiscreet eyes, not seeking the approval of others—who would never grant it—until it is at last put into practice. I imagine that in the process—the conceiving of a project and its ripening into action—the saint, the visionary, or the madman isolates himself more and more, walling himself up in solitude, safe from the intrusion of others.”
― Mario Vargas Llosa, The Storyteller

“I breathed in and out, perfume and smoke, perfume and smoke, and we lay like that for a long time, until I heard the seagulls crying, sadder than a funeral, and I knew it was almost morning.”
― Judy Blundell, What I Saw and How I Lied

“The voice clock mourned out the cold hour of a cold morning of a still colder year.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451