Author of quotes: Henry Miller. Page 4

To what is happening around me watching as an observer from another planet.

The man who walks not in step with the world, or suffering a monstrous hypertrophy of the ego, or it got so crushed that almost does not exist.

Perhaps my grandfather was right: my childhood ruined passion for reading. Now I have long read nothing but poison still sits in me. People are my books. I read them from cover to cover and is thrown away as useless. The more I read, the more insatiable we become. There's no end and will not be until I again build the bridge to life, which was fenced off in childhood.

The earth is a huge organism, endowed with senses, the planet, imbued with human nature, living planet, expressing his feelings with difficulty and hesitation, it is not the home of the white race, or black race, or yellow race, or extinct blue race, and the house man, and all men are equal before God, and all will get their chance, not now, then in a million years.

It is only necessary to write, to the exclusion of all else and not doing anything else, just write and write and write, even if the whole world's advice to quit and no one believes in you.

Sometimes, talking to me, and I in the comfort of their shoes, fly far away, like a plant drifting with the wind, devoid of roots.

We definitely were talking in secret language, in the process of our conversations others were asleep or had vanished into thin air like ghosts.

The door body, if it is open to the world, leads to destruction.

I pitied the human race for its stupidity and lack of imagination.

Looking at her innocent dream, who could say that God belongs only half of this beautiful face, the other half to Satan?

You would think that a premium paid with twenty years of delay, is the generosity that a modest pension and a wheel chair is generosity, you think I took the man to continue to work, so was quite generous. Yes, you don't know what that fucking word means, you bastards! To be generous means to say "Yes" before the man has time to open his mouth.

Love was a cruel thing, because she taught me to live a lie: to smile, when to smile, not want to work when I didn't believe in work, to live when I didn't have any reason for this.

I had to learn to live with shit, swim like a rat in the garbage or drown.

That's the trouble: you have sex on your mind.