39 Quotes by Kenneth Patchen

Do I not deal with angels When her lips I touch.

Come now, my child, if we were planning to harm you, do you think we’d be lurking here beside the path in the very darkest part of the forest?

The question is not: do we believe in God? but rather: does God believe in us? And the answer is: only an unbeliever could have created our image of God; and only a false God could be satisfied with it.

The best hope is that one of these days the ground will get disgusted enough just to walk away – leaving people with nothing more to stand on than what they have so bloody well stood for up to now.

Literature is what you write when you think you should be saying something. Writing begins when you’d rather be doing anything else: and you’ve just done it.

There are so many little dyings How do we know which one of them is death?

You will protect with the last drop of someone else’s blood what was never yours.

Art is not to throw light but to be light...

All at Once Is What Eternity Is.