Quotes from Richard Brautigan

Good work,' he said, and went out the door. What work ? We never saw him before. There was no door.

She was exploiting the maximum amount of drama out of taking off her clothes. It made me think of Hamlet.

Love Poem ????????? It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

The 1960s: A lot of people remember hating President Lyndon Baines Johnson and loving Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison, depending on the point of view. God rest their souls.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

Love Poem ????????? It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.

all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.

I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.

Karma Repair Kit Items 1-4. 1.Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2.Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there. 3.Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it. 4.

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.

I'll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won't rain.

Money is sad shit

In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.

Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.

I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.

Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.

I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I'm yours ghosts and all.