Henry Miller

“The word in your mouth is anarchy.”

— Henry Miller

The purpose of life is to remember.

— Henry Miller

Cluster together like stars!

— Henry Miller

The cancer of time is eating us away

— Henry Miller

“Well, fuck a duck.”

— Henry Miller

“i like everything that flows”

— Henry Miller

“Artists never thrive in colonies.”

— Henry Miller

Words are loneliness.

— Henry Miller

There is nothing in itself which is wrong or evil not even murder.

— Henry Miller

All my good reading, you might say, was done in the toilet.

— Henry Miller

Work on one thing at a time until finished.

— Henry Miller

“You have to die a human being to be reborn an individual.”

— Henry Miller

You have to write a million words before you find your voice as a writer.

— Henry Miller

“Some of the things you say are sublime and monstrous at once.”

— Henry Miller

“I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked.”

— Henry Miller

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

— Henry Miller

“I shoot hot bolts into you, I make your ovaries incandescent […] I am fucking you, Tania, so that you’ll stay fucked.”

— Henry Miller

Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes,…

— Henry Miller

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

— Henry Miller

Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind,…

— Henry Miller

One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric…

— Henry Miller

The Englishman, be it noted, seldom resorts to violence; when he is sufficiently goaded he simply opens up, like the oyster, and…

— Henry Miller

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in…

— Henry Miller

“They cut the umbilical cord, give you a slap on the ass, and presto! you're out in the world, adrift, a ship…

— Henry Miller

The word civilization to my mind is coupled with death. When I use the word, I see civilization as a crippling, thwarting…

— Henry Miller

“I had to grow foul with knowledge, realize the futility of everything; smash everything, grow desperate, then humble, then sponge myself off…

— Henry Miller

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history…

— Henry Miller

There will be more calamities, more death, more despair. Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of our time…

— Henry Miller

It is silly to go on pretending that under the skin we are brothers. The truth is more likely that under the…

— Henry Miller

Words, sentences, ideas, no matter how subtle or ingenious, the maddest flights of poetry, the most profound dreams, the most hallucinating visions,…

— Henry Miller

“With every line I write I kill off the "artist" in me. With every line it is either murder in the first…

— Henry Miller

“It is the obscene horror, the dry, fucked-out aspect of things which makes this crazy civilization look like a crater. It is…

— Henry Miller

“The man who was talking had ceased to be of human size or proportions but had become a Colossus whose silhouette swooned…

— Henry Miller

“Death was more like what we went through in the park: two people walking side by side in the mist, rubbing against…

— Henry Miller

Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery. The adventure is a metaphysical one: it is a way of approaching life…

— Henry Miller

“The ovarian world is the product of a life rhythm. The moment a child is born it becomes part of a world…

— Henry Miller

There was another thing I heartily disbelieved in - work. Work, it seemed to me even at the threshold of life, is…

— Henry Miller

When I reflect that the task which the artist implicitly sets himself is to overthrow existing values, to make of the chaos…

— Henry Miller

“The moral aspect was merely a concomitant, a coverall for some deeper, almost forgotten purpose. That histoire should be story, lie and…

— Henry Miller

“In the beginning was the Word... Whatever this was, the Word, disease or creation, it was still running rampant; it would run…

— Henry Miller