Philip K. Dick
I’m not much but I’m all I have. — Philip K. Dick, Martian Time-Slip. (Vintage; Reissue edition May 30, 1995) Originally published 1964.
Category: Philosophical Fiction
Henry Miller
She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately— a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks— a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy.… Continue reading Henry Miller
Philip K. Dick
Fate is fluid, Captain Wegener. Destiny is in the hands of men.– The Man in the High Castle, Season One, Episode One, “The New World” Amazon series (2015) Directed by Rigley Scott. Based on The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick
Philip K. Dick
The problem with introspection is that it has no end. ― Philip K. Dick
Henry Miller
What’s a fuck when what I want is love? — Henry Miller
Henry Miller
Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to… Continue reading Henry Miller
Henry Miller
We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars. — Henry Miller
Henry Miller
What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin– to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it. — Henry… Continue reading Henry Miller
Henry Miller
Words are loneliness. I left a couple of words for you on the tablecloth last night—you covered them with your elbows. ― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (Grove Press, 1934)
Henry Miller
Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him. ― Henry Miller, Black Spring. (Grove Press; Reissue edition February 11, 1994)… Continue reading Henry Miller
The Vale of Soul-Making 