891 Quotes by Henry Miller

For in Mexico, ladies and gentlemen, it’s always high noon and what glows is fuchsia and what’s dead is dead and no feather-dusters.

I want to flee toward a perpetual dawn with a swiftness and relentlessness that leaves no room for remorse, regret, or repentance. I want to outstrip the inventive man who is a curse to the earth in order to stand once again before an impassable deep which not even the strongest wings will enable me to traverse.

We came together in a dance of death and so quickly was I sucked down into the vortex that when I came to the surface again I couldn’t recognize the world. When I found myself loose the music had ceased; the carnival was over and I had been picked clean.

Often she would lock herself in her room and sitting before the mirror, apply the makeup of John Barrymore, Barrymore of The Sea Beast or of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Seeing these gruesome images in the mirror she would being to rave. “Who am I?” she would say. “What am I?

The poet speaks only to the poet. Spirit answereth spirit. The rest is hogwash.

Suffering is futile, my intelligence told me over and over, but I went on suffering voluntarily.

To think that he can lie beside that furnace I stoked for him and do nothing but make water!

I expected so much, so much of the world and it all fell short.

Night is longing, longing, longing, beyond all endurance.