Quotes from Richard Brautigan

Moonlight drifts from over A hundred thousand miles To fall upon a cemetery It reads a hundred epitaphs And then smiles at a nest of Baby owls

He used sweet wine in place of life because he didn't have any more life to use.

There was a fine thing about that trout. I only wish I could have made a death mask of him. Not of his body though, but of his energy. I don't know if anyone would have understood his body. I put it in my creel.

Satisfied?' she said.    She's an Aries.    'Yes,' I said.    I'm an Aquarius.    We also had two pumpkins: both Scorpios.

When he said this, it was not a form of criticism. It was just a simple observation that led to another bite from the movie on his plate called The Old Man and the Stew.

Deer Tracks: Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That's all.

The cat's purring was the motor that ran the Japanese woman's dreaming.

Now it was close to sunset and the earth was beginning to cool off in the manner of eternity and office girls were returning like penguins from Montgomery Street.

We stepped outside rather hurriedly and down the street to anonymous sanctuary among the buildings of San Francisco. Promise me till your dying day, you'll believe that a Mellon was a Confederate general. It's the truth. That God-damn book lies! There was a Confederate general in my family! I promise, I said and it was a promise that was kept.

Vida was sound asleep when I went back to my room. I turned on the light and it woke her up. She was blinking and her face had that soft marble quality to it that beautiful women have when they are suddenly awakened and are not quite ready for it yet. What's happening? she said. It's another book, she replied, answering her own question. Yes, I said. What's it about? she said automatically like a gentle human phonograph. It's about growing flowers in hotel rooms.

Peut-être que vous étiez allongé au lit, presque sur le point de vous endormir, et vous avez ri de quelque chose, une plaisanterie toute personnelle, une bonne façon de finir la journée. C'est ça, mon nom.

The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal.

New furniture has no character whereas old furniture always has a past. New furniture is always mute, but old furniture can almost talk. You can almost hear it talking about the good times and troubles it's seen. I think there is a Country and Western song about talking furniture, but I can't remember the name.

It's all right, she said. It's all right. That was really a very nice sound. There should be a bird that does that: that sings when you are impotent.

I guess some people lived like Reader's Digest, but I hadn't met any and at that time it seemed doubtful that I ever would

One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock.

Finding is Losing Something Else" Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. in A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan," California Living (16 May 1971)

One could think of seagulls. It's really a very simple thing to do… seagulls: past, present and future passing almost like drums to the sky.

Her voice, delicate as it was, had the strength to it that made one realize why a teacup can stay in one piece for centuries, defying the changes of history and the turmoil of man.

Aç olmad???m halde menüye bakt?m. bir menüye bakmayal? y?llar olmuÅŸtu. Menü bana günayd?n dedi, ben de ona günayd?n diyerek kar??l?k verdim. Hayat?m?z? menülerle konuÅŸarak geçirebiliriz doÄŸrusu.

Truth is stranger than fishin

He looked ninety years old for thirty years and then he got the notion that he would die, and did so.

He looked as if he'd got a lot of pleasure out of going ten rounds with your grandmother and making sure she went the whole distance.

Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars.