Quotes from Richard Brautigan

Don't worry about him, the girl said. He's rich. He has 3,859 Rolls Royces.

My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fish come forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.

You sons-of-bitches all have bicycles! he said, I'll have a bicycle someday!

I think that I would find automobiles a little more interesting if they carried their own parking space with them.

Her garbage had lied to me.

GROWL!--opp/opp/opp/opp/opp/opp/opp/opp! the alligator said with the pork chop sticking out of his mouth. Nothing Elizabeth's alligator said profoundly, for meek alligators shall inherit the earth.

The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen.

Find enough food to eat, and eat it.

Wherever you are, we must do the best we can. It is so far to travel, and we have nothing here to travel, except watermelon sugar..

You had to be a plumber to fish that creek.

I was a child, then, though now I look like somebody else.

This might have been a funny story if it weren't for the fact that people need a little loving and, God, sometimes it's sad all the shit they have to go through to find some.

They were healthy, normal sex fiends.

Whenever I see watercress, which isn't very often, I think of the rich. I think they are the only people who can afford it and they use watercress in exotic recipes that they keep hidden in vaults from the poor.

Donner Party Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know

he was leaving for America, often only a place in the mind.

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I will tell you. This place stinks. This isn't iDEATH at all. This is just a figment of your imagination. All of you guys here are just a bunch of clucks, doing clucky things at your clucky iDEATH.

He probably, if it's possible, would have cried even more if he had known she was sleeping alone. That would have made him feel even sadder.

I walked home past the glass whiskers of the houses, reflecting the downward rushing waterfalls of night.

She was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren't worth it in the long run. They were emotionally too expensive and the upkeep was too complicated. They were like having a vacuum cleaner around that broke all the time and only Einstein could fix it.

When other people were talking, she stared directly at them with very narrow understanding eyes that listened to them as if they were the only sound left in the world, as if everything else that made sound had disappeared entirely from the human ear and their voice was all there was left.

He looked very carefully at her fingers as if he had never seen fingers before. He was enchanted by them and thought that they were beautiful. He never wanted to let go. He wanted to hold her hand forever.

It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart. But the wait was worth it. Because I was in love.