You die and you die and then you are beyond death. ― C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters. Published by Geoffrey Bles 1942, 1961 (first omnibus)
Don’t drink and tweet.
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently before. You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them like sunlight on the wings of birds. ― Richard Brautigan, “I’ve Never Had it Done so Gently Before,” Trout Fishing in… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
Love’s Not The Way To Treat a Friend Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t want to see your eyes forgotten on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse of those who can remember nothing. Love’s not the way to treat a friend. I don’t… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
There are so many better things for you than to see your feelings sold as magic lanterns to somebody whose body casts no light. — Richard Brautigan, from “Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend,” Rommel Drives On Deep into Egypt. (Delacorte Pr, January 1, 1979)
In her sweetness where she folds my wounds there is a flower that bees cannot afford. It is too rich for them and would change their wings into operas and all their honey into the lonesome maps of a nonexistent California county. When she has finished folding all my wounds she puts them away in… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
You’ll be working in groups. — Satan