What is there to struggle against? Nobody can put the stars back together again. — Henry Miller from “Patchen: Man of Anger and Light,” Stand Still Like the Hummingbird (New Directions 1962) Originally published 1959.
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
We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars. — Henry Miller
Night is longing, longing, longing, beyond all endurance. — Henry Miller, Sexus. (The Rosy Crucifixion #1). Grove Press January 12, 1994) Originally published 1949.
When you surrender, the problem ceases to exist. Try to solve it, or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance. I am very certain now that, as I said therein, if I truly become what I wish to be, the burden will fall away. The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize… Continue reading 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
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)