Tim

“It is closing time in the gardens of the West and from now on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.”
― Cyril Connolly

“La vida es un viaje en paracaídas y no lo que tú quieres creer.
     Vamos cayendo, cayendo de nuestro cenit a nuestro nadir y dejamos el aire manchado de sangre para que se envenenen los que vengan mañana a respirarlo.”
― Vicente Huidobro, Altazor

“Understand I will quietly slip away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks.

I'll pursue the solitary pathways of the twilight meadows with only this one dream. You come too.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“You know," said Port, and his voice sounded unreal, as voices are likely to do after a long pause in an utterly silent spot, "the sky here's very strange. I often have the sensation when I look at it that it's a solid thing up there, protecting us from what's behind."

Kit shuddered slightly as she said: "From behind?"
"Yes."
"But what is behind?" Her voice was very small.
"Nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.”
― Paul Bowles