I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.
— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via liquidnight)
Chaos is the score on which reality is written.
— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via libraryland)
