I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I heard the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth.
Anais NinDeath from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.
Anais NinIt is difficult to live with the pure. They do not condemn you; they forgive you. This forgiveness is more terrible than a judgment.
Anais Nin