The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“The river loved to tell everybody (everybody being the sky, the wind, the few trees that grew around there, birds, deer and even the… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“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” — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“The Beautiful Poem" I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come. — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“Alas, Measured Perfectly" Saturday, August 25, 1888. 5:20 P.M. is the name of a photograph of two old women in a front yard, beside… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“Congratulations," I said. "It's so wonderful to write a book." "I walked all the way here," she said. "I started at midnight. I would… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“My Name “I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there. I sat there… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around the house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
