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)
Be patient, Ophelia. Love, Hamlet — Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. (Dial Press Trade Paperback September 8, 1998)
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)
A poet’s work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep. ― Salman Rushdie