Quotes from Henry Miller

Por una razón u otra, el hombre busca el milagro y para lograrlo es capaz de abrirse paso entre la sangre.

Debería ser rico para tener una secretaria a la que dictar, mientras camino, porque las mejores ideas se me ocurren siempre cuando estoy lejos de la máquina.

The one thing that we can never get enough of is Love and the one thing we never give enough is Love.

La ciudad retoña como un enorme organismo todo él enfermo y las avenidas hermosas son algo menos repulsivas sólo porque les han drenado el pus.

How very like Zen is this from Whitman: "Is it lucky to be born? It is just as lucky to die." In summarizing his pages on Whitman, Bucke makes, among others, the following statements: In no man who ever lived was the sense of eternal life so absolute. Fear of death was absent. Neither in health nor in sickness did he show any sign of it, and there is every reason to believe he did not feel it. He had no sense of sin.

Heroism and obscenity appear no more important in the life of the universe than the fighting or mating of a pair of insects in the woods. All is on the same plane.

No tengo dinero ni recursos ni esperanza. Soy el hombre más feliz del mundo.

Recuerdo muy bien cómo disfrutaba con mi sufrimiento. Era como llevarse un cachorro a la cama. De vez en cuando te arañaba... y entonces sentías auténtico espanto. Por lo general, no sentías miedo: siempre podías soltarlo o cortarle la cabeza.

Uno pasa imperceptiblemente de una escena, una edad, una vida a otra.

I want to flee toward a perpetual dawn with a swiftness and relentlessness that leaves no room for remorse, regret, or repentance. I want to outstrip the inventive man who is a curse to the earth in order to stand once again before an impassable deep which not even the strongest wings will enable me to traverse.

Men are lonely and out of communication with one another because all their inventions speak only of death. Death is the automaton which rules the world of activity. Death is silent, because it has no mouth. Death has never expressed anything. Death is wonderful too--after life.

Y entonces llega un momento en el que, de repente, todo parece del revés. Vivimos en la mente, en ideas, en fragmentos. Ya no nos embebemos más en la salvaje y lejana música de las calles: solamente recordamos.

Nothing will avail to offset this virus which is poisoning the whole world. America is the very incarnation of doom. She will drag the whole world down to the bottomless pit.

Someday I am going to own a few feet of earth somewhere and put a house over it. Just one big room will do, with a stove and a basin of water, a huge desk, a bookcase and an easel. Then life can go rolling by, and what floats in through my door will be sufficient for me.

Para o homem que trabalha nas estrebarias e cuja função é varrer o esterco, o terror supremo é um mundo sem cavalos

I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.

Eu,una,n-am s? fiu niciodat? mam?,a declarat Stasia.Am ras cu to?ii.Nici so?ie nu am s? fiu vreodat?;Doamne,e destul de complicat s? fii femeie.Ur?sc femeile!Toate-s ni?te c??ele scarboase,chiar cele mai bune dintre ele.Eu o s? fiu ceea ce sunt:o impostoare care joac? rolul de femeie.

The thinking that gets you nowhere takes you everywhere.

I have overspread the world like a syrup and the emptiness of it it's terrifying, but there is no dislodging the seed; the seed has become a little knot of cold fire which roars like a sun in the vast hollow of the dead carcass.

A simple phrase may record a year's struggle.

All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience

I know what the great cure is: to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in unison with the great heart of the world.

We ought to remind ourselves daily, repeat it like a litany, that in our being lies concealed the whole gamut of existence... Above all, we should cease postponing the act of becoming what in fact and essence we are.

We came together in a dance of death and so quickly was I sucked down into the vortex that when I came to the surface again I couldn't recognize the world. When I found myself loose the music had ceased; the carnival was over and I had been picked clean.