“Much more compelling was the name which had haunted him since boyhood - Quito. The magic of Quito had almost nothing to do with Quito the place; Christopher had then no idea what it looked like. What excited him was the concept of a city poised at ten thousand feet above the equator, with days and nights of eternally equal duration and the round of seasons repeated every twenty-four hours; spring in the morning, summer at noon, autumn in the afternoon, winter at night. An earthly model of paradise - or limbo, according to the way you thought of it.”
— Christopher Isherwood - Christopher and his kind (via comecatchus)