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Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.
If any man dared to translate all that is in his heart, to put down what is really his experience, what is truly his truth, I think then the world would go to smash, that it would be blown to smithereens and no god, no accident, no will could ever again assemble the pieces, the atoms, the indestructible elements that have gone to make up the world.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
The cancer of time is eating us away.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation ... The other eight are unimportant.
HENRY MILLER, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
I have found God, but he is insufficient.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. And five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
Surrealism is merely the reflection of the death process. It is one of the manifestations of a life becoming extinct, a virus which quickens the inevitable end.
HENRY MILLER, The Cosmological Eye
The wallpaper with which the men of science have covered the world of reality is falling to tatters. The grand whorehouse which they have made of life requires no decoration; it is essential only that the drains function adequately.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women ... they're all masochists at heart.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
For some reason or the other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood. He will debauch himself with ideas, he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality. Everything is endured--disgrace, humiliation, poverty, war, crime, ennui--in the belief that overnight something will occur, a miracle, which will render life tolerable.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
We do not talk--we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newpapers, magazines, and digests.
HENRY MILLER, "The Shadows," The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
When I reflect that the task which the artist implicitly sets himself is to overthrow existing values, to make of the chaos about him an order which is his own, to sow strife and ferment so that by the emotional release those who are dead may be restored to life, then it is that I run with joy to the great and imperfect ones, their confusion nourishes me, their stuttering is like divine music to my ears.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
New York is cold, glittering, malign. The buildings dominate. There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit. A constant ferment, but it might just as well be going on in a test tube. Nobody knows what it's all about. Nobody directs the energy. Stupendous. Bizarre. Baffling. A tremendous reactive urge, but absolutely uncoordinated.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
Without a Coca-Cola life is unthinkable.
HENRY MILLER, The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
New York! The white prisons, the sidewalks swarming with maggots, the breadlines, the opium joints that are built like palaces, the kikes that are there, the lepers, the thugs, and above all, the ennui, the monotony of faces, streets, legs, houses, skyscrapers, meals, posters, jobs, crimes, loves ... A whole city erected over a hollow pit of nothingness.
HENRY MILLER, Tropic of Cancer
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