| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 98e8e3a | For the moment I can think of nothing-- except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world. | relfection sentient-being sentient-beings tropic-of-cancer henry-miller forgotten water | Henry Miller | |
| eaca0ad | The world is a cancer eating itself away... I am think that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written. | time silence reality music tropic-of-cancer henry-miller chaos reality-of-life | Henry Miller |