The City of New York is like an enormous citadel, a modern Carcassonne. Walking between the magnificent skyscrapers one feels the presence on the fringe of a howling, raging mob, a mob with empty bellies, a mob unshaven and in… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“I reached out for something to attach myself to—and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself,… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“I saw the errors I had made and assumed full responsibility for everything.” — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“(...)I decided to let myself drift with the tide, to make not the least resistance to fate, no matter in what form it presented… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“If it be knowledge or wisdom one is seeking, then one had better go direct to the source. And the source is not the… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“In the egocentric prism the helpless victim is walled in by the very light which he refracts. The ego dies in its own glass… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“When one spends what he has on himself, when one has a thoroughly good time with his own money, people are apt to say… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
She may be lying in bed reading a book, she may be making love with a prize fighter, or she may be running like… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“And no one sets about saving the world unless he has first experienced the miracle of personal salvation.” — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“He looks about the room at the few sticks of furniture, at the dirty bed sheets and the wash basin with the dirty water… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
